I always remember your beautiful flowers And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that tigerish crouch And told me you loved me no more. What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were unkind All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind. Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry and sad The years have taken from me. Softly I go now, pad pad.
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