you knew you should have told me
I would have listened I could save
time and fret if not money be rich
by now it doesn't matter then it did
looking back is worse than thinking
you know what happened were you
sorry whose fault was it mine must
have been wondering what nothing
be done with what was done is done
the old song again a novel unlike
memoir journal diary dear forgive
me I was thinking of someone else
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