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By Jack Joseph Smith
The Loss of Quest
I don't care about the sunlight
I do not care abouts the dawn
I realize it is not right
Yet nothing better then gone
I can not do anything I want
And either can you
Walking away in the night
Alone in the sunlight
Makes you feel good
Street girl and street
guy too
A place by the wonderful river;
American woodsmen will come to
hunt you down
Yes you are lost
Join, or don't, say a word