Fools Gold in my mind,
And I know I more a fool than the gold.
Wisking me by like my old precious metal,
Yet I know he's just an immitation.
An immitation of my honey,
my chocolate,
my amber affairs in the gleaming sun,
Yet Fools Gold still sparkles in my eyes,
And I know I'm more a fool than the gold.
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