You should be careful, the things that you say
When you choose to speak
The manifold things which your words can convey
Leave you sounding meek
And letters I've learned, though written anew
Though I might be wrong
Expose a digest of the same old issue
Rendered for the throng
Fragments of these will slip again
Fall from the mind, my dear, and then
The only thing which we'll regret
We can't recall what to forget
If only I'd seen, I wouldn't have lined
Hints of this return
I find my words are minutely declined
Yours I can't discern
Fragments of these will slip again
Fall from the mind, my dear, and then
The only thing which we'll regret
We can't recall what to forget
