the lost & found

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reading words off the pages that bind

clutching your hand so tightly in mine

your touch has gone cold

yet my list never told

that you weren't the last one in line

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i'm worn then just left, lying around

by destiny's course, nothing is bound

time and time again

i stand waiting for the end

each life is the loss, 'til by another i'm found

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