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Today I lost my dancing shoes
I tried and cried, but did not find
I shan’t dance again and hurt my toes
I shall wait until the dance is kind
Today I lost my talking drum
I tapped and snapped and whistled low
I made a pact and would not hum
Till I find the beat that I love so
Today I lost my drawing pen
I scratched and traced in lonely lines
The top and ends of caves and dens
I shall no longer paint or draw up lies
Today I lost my warring arms
My arms weak from struggling flays
I fight no more the breaking dams
It seems the war is here to stay
Today I lost my darling muse
I hoped and prayed that it would stay
I willed and thought, all to no use
I write no more henceforth this day.
Today I found the greatest gift
Love and life, simple things
I found the place that really fits
My lips have found the song to sing