Searching high and low in that great sea
Would manifest fish even you’d envy.
Your arrogant heart needs to learn its true hues;
So let my eyes be the bearer of bad news…
Don’t think your memories can’t be cleared;
After all, you’re no God to be revered.
Even if I love you with great ever-growing passion,
I’ll get over you in an orderly fashion.
Neither memories nor you have control;
In the end, I’ll come out whole.
Because don’t forget, I can't be the loser…
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