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You are quite forgotten, my fair young love.

I fill the void with new things

And start afresh, afresh, afresh.

I walk and walk through the city and the smoke

Through the country, past its folks

My fair young love.

I love to walk.

To walk is to live and to live is to be.

I no longer have feelings for you.

I swim and swim through the rivers and the pools

With their lifeguards and their rules

My fair young love.

I love to swim.

To swim is to live and to live is to be.

I no longer have feelings for you.

I dance and dance in the dance halls and the clubs,

In the church halls and the pubs

My fair young love.

I love to dance.

To dance is to live and to live is to be.

I no longer have feelings for you.

I might think of you once a year, or maybe twice.

I shall spare you a brief thought when I next raise a glass.

And then I shall forget.

You are quite forgotten, my fair young love.

The End

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