I found the lyrics book that I thought I'd thrown away. There are no lyrics in it. I am crestfallen by this. I had imagined perfect songs wending their way to the recycling plant, being burnt to ash and smoke, and reaching the heavens as a series of poetic atoms.
What a shame.
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proof - it is better to travel than to arrive
the unknown is more exciting than the known
a mystery explained is no longer a mystery
And now you have a new book to fill with new lyrics
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