What if either would’ve acted, or the one thing was said
Would a pardon be granted, or better off dead
Is it madness or slander, truly no need to debate
Patience gives in to anger, these affections now create
To foretell is to be cruel, let the game belong to anyone
Dejection is the crown jewel, as it’s all coming undone
The simpatico will be missed, as silence lingers on
To be cured by a kiss, that is regrettably gone
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