No.42  | 
  3rd December 2002  | 
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 -- Lost love --  
  I woke at dawn to the sound of rain A soothing pitter patter But then oh Christ! I felt the pain She who was mine is gone, again She leaves me every morning When I wake from restless sleep. Only my dreams can hold her I wake - and then I weep I weep for moments of lost joy For glances, smiles and sudden knowing That the alchemy of love Would prove at last t'be our undoing  | 
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