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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
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Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath.
Lost as a boy, lost as a man,
I need to grow up, don't think I can.
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You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
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A door just opened on a street-
I, lost, was passing by-
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.
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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
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Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
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Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
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A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
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To purses of leather
one lost its skin
One lost its feather
to hats and decors
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When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed! '
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The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
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On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
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Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
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Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
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I lost the love of heaven above,
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
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I can't remember,
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He is the light of our lives.
Through the the day, through
the night. Opening our hearts and
bringing us sight. When we've lost
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I wandered lonely
in a crowd
despite a host
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You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.
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Last night, your long-lost memory came back to me as though
Spring stealthily should come to a forsaken wilderness
A gentle breeze its fragrance over burning deserts blow
Or, all at once be soothed somehow the sick soul's distress.
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LOST WITHOUT YOU
I am lost most of the time
I am a host with nobody
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When I lost I lost in you,
By thinking of you,
Glimpsing Your picture,
I lost in you.
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I lost how i used to sing
I lost how i used to dance
I lost how patient i am
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In pulling of time stream
Everything is going away
Buzzing I hear since infancy-
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Lost paradise, lost cities
lost families, lost vivacity;
lost lives, lost children
lost homes, lost unity;
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I Lost Myself so long ago I can barely remember. I Lost Myself so long ago and I'm still not back together.
I've tried to find myself before, but all it did was break me down to the core.
I Lost Myself and it is only getting worse. I Lost Myself and I don't think I can be reversed.
I help people all the time but I can't help myself when I'm not feeling fine.
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i am lost
i am lost in your chaos
the chaos of your beauty
the chaos of your words and thoughts
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The feeling is that which one makes the best use of the senses. Those not using the senses are like the persons who are sleeping with no action to do.
18. living body
The life has no shape whereas the body has shape. Feelings, heart, and absolute knowledge they have one meaning When they mix with the action, it is called the life and there is no soul as such according to Buddha's principle.
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I was lost
Or I am lost now.
I wanted to be lost
But now I don't want.
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