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Song: What Was That Thing?
What was that thing
I tried to forget?
If I could recall,
I'd be glad to regret.
What was that thing
I always desired?
Seems I forgot
What I required.
What was that grudge
I used to hold?
Seems that slow smolder
went quickly cold.
Things move on down to
where flood meets sea,
a delta-land
of used-to-be.
A delta-land
of used-to-be
frees you from you
and me from me.
What was that hate
that drove me blind?
How did that love
turn me so kind?
What were those plans
I once held dear?
Hey, life came by,
changed There to Here.
Who was that I
Who once was me?
He tried too hard,
now lets it be.
Time flows through space
like silt to sea--
a delta-land,
believe you me:
a delta-land
of used-to-be
frees you from you
and me from me.
Copyright 2009 Hans Ostrom
