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Don’t blame me, dear. I didn’t know
That roses wilt while thistles grow, And what is now the scent of May Shall turn to dust the other day. I didn’t know that flying hurts. When you are up and chasing birds Your wings unfasten and you fall To where you have to learn to crawl. I didn’t know that spring would kill When giving me the silly will To dare for more, to fight and see That what I want is not for me. I didn’t know you were unjust, And when I asked for love and trust You found it easier to go. Don’t blame me, dear. I didn’t know.
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