When I was your fool the pavements were wider the trees did a merry dance over my head. There was water in everything, even the sky which you swore was the ground, and vice versa, and anyway. When I was a bloody fool I dressed for dinner alone and hoped. And waited up and hung around and questioned my intelligence and questioned my friends
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