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Divine Comedy

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Postcards and letters, t-shirts and sweaters
Passports and parkas, mobiles and chargers
Two tennis rackets, blue rizla packets
A new sheep-skin jacket, i lost it all

All through my life there have been
Many rare and precious things
I have tried to call mine
But i just cannot seem

To keep hold of anything
For more than a short time
Possessions of a sentimental kind
They were mine, now they're not

Gym-kits and trainers, asthma inhalers
Silk-cuts and bennie's, ten-packs and twenties
C-class narcotics, antibiotics
The holes in my pockets, i lost it all

All that i'd like is to know
Just where do those lost things go?
When they slip from my hands
Then one night in a dream

I passed through a sheepskin screen
To a green, pleasant land
I found them all piled up into the sky
And i cried tears of joy

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