Here you go again "opening" your soul,
And telling me things I may not wish to know...
There's still a part of me that looks at you with love,
And that part of me will always glow
Each time you tell me that you love me.
But time for this has passed, dear,
And you have screwed things up.
It can be salvaged, slowly, but...
It won't return to that.
You may love me, until time stops,
And several millenia after that...
But the time's not right, it never was,
And you may want me to your heart's content
But now he has me...
You're too late.
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