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"It might have been, but ah, it was too late Doomed to be disappointed-and how long Shall I sit and sing that soul-sick song Of which my soul is sadly satiate? Which curious counterchange of fiful fate Led thee tome, for whom I had longed so long Of many days and hours, choosing the wrong Even that heart-sick hour called "too late"? And thine eyes looked on me so piteously Beautiful eyes, that thrilled and filled with tears Tears even for one I'd yearned for years And thine hand lingered a little lovingly Even for this little love, long did I wait And when it came it was too late And when it came it was... It was too late "