There is room in my bed,
But I do not know whom to invite.
I married two women,
I slept with some more,
But I know not, I cannot decide.
In my dimly lit past
There are sparkles of love
And of lips pursed in answer to passion.
But the present is void
Of the conqueror’s thrill,
I fear – I’m no longer in fashion.
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