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Hindsight
You never made me feel special.
No, you never even tried.
As the only man in my life
It's small wonder our love died.
So, in a sense, in innocence
Is where our life then foundered.
Had I had some experience
It would never have floundered
For I soon would have realized
Your love was not love at all.
My purity was much abused
Where was that old crystal ball?
I wish I had known that heart ache,
Misery and disaccord
Would for evermore be my life
And could not be just ignored.
