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1999-01-00 Z118 {Found}
Place where dreams have lost their meaning,
but preserve their madness.
Music's lost its notes,
but keeps its beat,
and the heat has lost its warmth,
and sweat has lost that calm relief of dampness.
and thanks has lost its heart.
The player lost his part,
and the soldier lost his sword,
and our Lord has lost that spark that
once roared handsome in my chest.
and what still glows is kept for ransom,
and what's dead, in time, is sanctioned
and removed,
and used to fire the lantern
in my hand.