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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Loss of Quest I don't care about the sunlight I do not care abous 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 x

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This variant of 'The Loss of Quest' brings back the street girl, street guy, river, and woodsmen, turning personal exhaustion into a public field of pursuit and possible refusal.

The corrected transcript makes the drafting relationship clearer: this page tightens the river-and-street material into a more continuous poem that ends on the choice to join, refuse, or stay silent.

Claude

'''Another 'Loss of Quest' alt -- same street-girl lostness under the wonderful river. 'Join, or don't, say a word.' The drafting cycle shows the poem getting tighter.'''