we continued the course of history
on a graph paper notebook
and when the war was over
it was a quarter past four
and we turned the pages
and then everything faded away
as if there was a bit of chalk
in the inkwell

the teacher was very talkative
towards the end of the day
and when he stopped talking
we passed around the blotter
the more we turned the pages
the more we forgot
as if there was a bit of chalk
in the inkwell

...

as if there was a bit of chalk
in the inkwell
we closed the notebooks one evening
on the unfinished war
and as if nothing had happened
we deserted history
we skipped the pages
and everything faded away
as if there was a bit of chalk
in the inkwell

as if there was a bit of chalk
in the inkwell

as if there was a bit of chalk
in the inkwell

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