But a fool is a fool, and he put mountains of hope upon her.
And then the mountain collapse, and he is left with the debris, wondering what has he done wrong, and recollecting whatever left of his miserable dreams.
He said to himself, i will not do this mistake again.
And he remembers well, how many times he uttered that oath.
And how many times he broke his own words.
He is a fool, I am a fool.
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