Three would be lovers who never were mine
The sweet mother I never met at all
Moon ghost who vanished leaving me to fall
Had not opportuned me to wine and dine
And of course that 苏州 most darling sweet
Of them I never did meet the first chance
When amour I gained at but a first glance
These three were all but a fleeting eye's treat
I am fortunate 'nuff as Stan Lee said
To have looks and smarts and cleverest head
But knowing enough to know what's not fine
And seeing that I'm lost in what is mine
Always in the back of my mind is there
The idea of a future not fair
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