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An old flame Is always of dubious fame. There're times when you start to think it a shame - You could've hung on, even taken his name. So what if those were happy days. Nothing lingers nowadays. What once was a fresh and beautiful flower, Now is as appealing as milk gone sour. Nevertheless, perhaps it's fate: We're going on one crazy date. As good as blind And trying to find Each other's former selves Hoping with every question to delve Deeper In search of the old lover Who never was And now is lost. Finding which You try to bed And I see red. The names are the same, But alas - not the game.
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