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My colors never found
In rummage-sale sunsets,
My face could never
Turn a ship to home;
My touch much less
Than a lover could dream of;
Nothing that would cause
A man to roam.
My heart was never given
To the first bidder;
I was not the one
They searched for in hunts,
For the fine ladies
Who fit the glass slipper;
Please don't forget me-
I loved you too once.
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