What Is Lost (a lyric)
by Peter S. Quinn - May 27, 1999
We try to find in time pleasures
Which we have not lost away
Moments gone one always treasures
Though they have nothing to say
A rose that was in garden red
We saw or even pretend
In nostalgia we lose our head
And give each colour a blend
Dreams are not faraway from real
And sometimes they intertwine
So your profound longings you feel
Knowing not what to define
The past's often precious and dear
We see it differently
For we are just always what we're:
Treating what is lost gently
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