Tuesday, August 17, 2010

859 : 8/16/00 : The Lost Thought

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The lost thought the lost verse
the lost art such a curse
what it was is gone now
what’s left is the long bow...
it glimmers and dances
but spins past the chances
of chance recollection
evading detection
it’s gone now we must yield
and harvest a new field
set free from the lost thought
content with what’s fresh caught

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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