Foolish
Loving someone is a most tricky thing,
It opens your heart, and that tends to sting.
And though you my flee from judgment’s right wing,
You will stumble on thoughts you really must sing.
So love all you can, love every fling,
Love till you die, and you’ll die smiling.
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