Too late

Anotace: As innocent reality lacks the romance I tend to imagine the doom and decay :-)... so it's just one of a common cliché at this place :o)

It's too late for spells of night
to walk around, side by side.
As a cranny slate is no longer bright
grief to joy noone can override.

Broken rings won't fit again
stolen feelings'll keep their stain.
Stop begging, you cut and drain
forgiving treason I find insane.

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