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Too late for the questions,
I've answered them all. Soon the white angels Will see their wings fall. Too late for the masks, Through them I can see. Long dead are the dreams Of how it could be. Too late for the kindness, Transparent she is. The leaves are now frozen, Decayed is your kiss. Too late for these verses, Embrace now your fate! The trail leads to darkness; It's simply too late...
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