She has gone away
But it's ok
Tomorrow is another day
I was a fool
But now it's cool
She sends me postcards every day
But for me the hardest part is knowing
That she's never ever read my poems
I was her clown
I made her smile
She clapped her hands and I fell down
But she is still my friend
And that won't end
I phone her every other day
But for me the hardest part is knowing
That she's never ever read my poems
I took a word or two from Byron
A line or two form Keats
A smattering of Shelley and put my name underneath
She'll never know
I'm sending them today
I don't know what she'll say
She'll probably laugh and throw them all away
But I didn't like them anyway
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She has gone away
But it's ok
Tomorrow is another day
I was a fool
But now it's cool
She sends me postcards every day
But for me the hardest part is knowing
That she's never ever read my poems
I was her clown
I made her smile
She clapped her hands and I fell down
But she is still my friend
And that won't end
I phone her every other day
But for me the hardest part is knowing
That she's never ever read my poems
I took a word or two from Byron
A line or two form Keats
A smattering of Shelley and put my name underneath
She'll never know
I'm sending them today
I don't know what she'll say
She'll probably laugh and throw them all away
But I didn't like them anyway
But it's ok
Tomorrow is another day
I was a fool
But now it's cool
She sends me postcards every day
But for me the hardest part is knowing
That she's never ever read my poems
I was her clown
I made her smile
She clapped her hands and I fell down
But she is still my friend
And that won't end
I phone her every other day
But for me the hardest part is knowing
That she's never ever read my poems
I took a word or two from Byron
A line or two form Keats
A smattering of Shelley and put my name underneath
She'll never know
I'm sending them today
I don't know what she'll say
She'll probably laugh and throw them all away
But I didn't like them anyway