LIFE LOST NOT FOUND
BUT WHERE DID IT ALL BEGIN?
WHERE HAVE I CREATED SUCH A GREAT SIN?
LET NOT MY PAIN BE SPARED
FOR LIFE WITH ME IS SCARRED.
I LOST MY YOUTH BACK THEN
MY TROPIES TOSSED OUT BY THE BLINDING WIND
IT SEEMS I SHALL NEVER FIND MY PAST
BUT KEEP WHAT'S HERE TO LAST
THE WINDS OF TIME THAT SURROUND
IS GIVEN TO
LIFE LOST NOT FOUND.
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