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| Lost Tales by � rckinr So much is kept, bottled in my mind So much is kept, gathered up to my soul So much is kept, held behind So much is kept, without being told to a soul When the storyteller goes, what do we lose When the storyteller goes, what doors are shut When the storyteller goes, what stories do we chose When the storyteller goes, what do we cut Lost, lost I fear; so many of man's memories Lost, lost I fear; so much history Lost, lost I fear; so many of man's theories Lost, lost I fear; so much mystery 07/08/2002---Robin Hayes |
