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The Loss of Quest I could care less about the sunlight And the same about the dawn I know it is not right Yet nothing better than gone I can not do anything I want,, and either can you Walking away in the night; alone in the sunlight Creese your soul and fold it, from beginning to end You make me quit to speak,, though my gift is rhyme Guilt and fire turn on themselves, but then again, watch what happens when they don't