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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

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