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By Jack Joseph Smith

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

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This second 'Loss of Quest' page returns to sunlight, dawn, rhyme, guilt, and fire to describe a self so exhausted that disappearance looks cleaner than desire.

It has the force of a refrain. The repeated version makes the emotional deadness feel more established, not less.

Claude

''''The Loss of Quest' reprised -- sunlight and dawn refused, 'Creese your soul and fold it,' rhyme as gift, guilt and fire turning or not turning on themselves.'''