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Not Untitled April 19, 2001 Nothing but love Conquers with ease, grace, And all other admirable things That I can�t always muster Stumbling, resuming the headache Storylines don�t make life predictable That not so cunning foe Mostly it wins the game Continuing on Where I left off or flew away I feel this man beside me and see A nuzzle across the room Could only predict a strange lump in my thoughts Funny thing, the game Whether it�s called Being Left Off or Flying Away |