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Forgive me, oh please, forgive me; the error of my ways
The weakness of that failing shall forever mark my days;
Mistakes now seem so bold in the day of light reflected
Easily would have been naught, had all dots connected
Thus to any point other than the one where my mind strays
How was the path intended led so very far astray?
Your sole knight in shining armor tarnished beyond dismay
Wholly destroyed the one love that I should have protected
Forgive me, oh please, forgive me
May sweet mercy be yours to find and grant to me someday
Your heart was never something to be treated so blasé
Never knew that this heart of own could be so affected
Never knew that this deep pain would be the cost collected
Your love was all I had, and I threw all I had away
Forgive me, oh please, forgive me
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Trying my hand at a Rondeau
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