How To Get Lost
The mathematical uncertainty of perfect pitch
Causes the central part of my mind to itch
I strive to explain in words I can't find
And once more feel I'm left behind
In that empty space of nebulous width
that causes my thoughts to smoke and drift
Through passing time of dwarves and elves
People once used to find themselves
In ringing tones of distant bells
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