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Lost for Words.


I just had to let


Run away with me,

A crazy affair,

Doomed from the very start.


Don’t go and let it

Get the better of you,

Luck kept telling me.

But I just could not

Believe in my luck.


I was beside myself

With fury and rage.

All four of us

Being quite angry,

It would be true to say.


So it all ended

With hope against hope,

A very uneven fight

Which hope was losing..

While the band played on.