Sorry.
Yes that was kind of inconsiderate.
An act that rather seemed to come of desperate.
Well I did my worse to make delicate.
When myself trying to get things straight.
Sorry.
This really is never bright.
And I thought 'What could hurt from spouting the right?'
Overwhelmed by fright, but tried.
But to you it's never all right, never a delight.
Sorry.
Do trust me. I didn't mean to.
For this may come to bother you.
I hate you blue, I hate it true.
Because the prior of me is the happiness of you.
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