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in this world, i think |
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there is something |
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that i haven't done |
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and i don't think i know |
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where to find it |
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or even what it could be |
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searching the faces of people, |
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their eyes downcast, |
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thinking, i'd see it there |
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and i'm dangerous now, |
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scouring bookstores |
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for wisdom for sale |
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and i don't believe anymore |
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the answer lies in the arms |
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of the one that i want |
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so how much time will there be |
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before i'll accept |
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i'll go hungry |
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© Jon Bohrn (1998) |