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55 What A Fool I Was
What a fool I was; what a fool I was I did not know; no, I did not know What people had known since long ago That love is not without the woe I knew her only for a little while But she had form and she had style And she had beauty, charm, and grace And she had also a lovely smile What a fool I was; what a fool I was I did not know; no, I did not know That people had known since long ago That love is not without the woe But I should’ve known if I were smart That she was a siren without a heart And that one day when the time was right She was going to leave and simply depart What a fool I was; what a fool I was I did not know; no, I did not know But what does it matter if I didn’t know For it wouldn’t have helped, I loved her so
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