No, I don’t
have the right to feel bad
Be sad and
mad at the happy lad
It was my
own choice
I preferred
not to rejoice
Merrily they
went
Covered with
sweet scent
The same I
was
at a corner
in the class
I had no
reason to repent
to shout and
to vent
I had done
the same to him
Over and
over I had repeated the sin
Left him
alone each time
So that I
could dance, dine and wine
Now it was
his turn
He showed me
how I had left him to mourn
He had the
right to feel bad
and his
chance now to be glad
I have
neither any regrets
nor any plan
to take wickets !
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