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Lost Property - The Divine Comedy
Postcards and letters

Tshirts and sweaters

Passports and parkas

Mobiles and chargers

Two tennis rackets

Blue rizla packets

A new sheep skin jacket

I lost it 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 bennies

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