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Pain comes like this: packaged in a moment of hubris with a backing band too big for its own good It isn’t the same present as back then It’s always another gig, one vanished around the last corner, gone into empty air where pain lives forever, where it waits to be discovered by anyone to whom the bearer is obliged to deliver a package so desired and so much feared We wait for it now as we must always wait We beg to be rescued by what has disappeared, by all there is in waiting Fashions change but this does not Time will not rearrange the days for you It’s your song now, your fate