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Jan 2022
I was a fool
Poor little me
I fell for her
She felled me
I gave
I lost
My heart
The cost
I gave all
All was lost
So I stand alone on this lonely shore
The perfect place for what’s in store
Tears to account for this misery
She will never be mine
So it must be
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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