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I've Done You Wrong

I've done You wrong,
Since I was up to your knee.
My hair down to my shoulders,
And my heart upon my sleeve.

But how many beers,
And how many cigarettes,
Could blur or blind my vision
Of Your graciousness?

'Cos I'm just a boy
Who never learned to swim.
I'm standing on the edge,
Afraid of jumping in.
This swimming pool's
Full of children and old men:
Half float round like the leaves,
The other pushing deeper in.
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