Darling past is past, always,
All your moods and turning ways;
Ships on seas that don't return,
Flames in heart that burn.
Were we just two stupid fools?
Finding out indifference rules;
All this talk of sincerity,
Never meant to be.
Is fate playing tricks on us?
So we'll find out about loss;
Baby, I am still born a fool,
My heart you still rule.
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