You were once just such a pretty girl
Not anyone I really care for. Once.
And for a while, that feeling was so nice.
But ah, it turns my insides into ice
To think of how I came to be a dunce
And think I loved you. What a tilt-a-whirl
The world can be, and how it seems to follow
The strangest paths that it could take! I know
Of worse fates I could have - but I do not,
And I must deal with this one I have got
And not the others I could have had. No,
This is bad enough, and all is hollow
Because I cannot make it all make sense.
I knew that love was blind, but not this dense.
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