He loves me, he loves me not,
'There are days where Cupid doesn't care, '
And what can anyone do about it?
One says: pluck the daisy,
But it feels more like a merry-go-round
To the kids sitting on the stools.
One can also get dizzy
Standing still, life does that
To the wise and the fools.
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