'Tis not a string of my beloved soul
That sounds in your heart
But was it really touch and go
For us to end apart?
I was so gently touched by thee,
Alas, by thee was left
And if you think 'tis fair fee
Consider it as theft
And there, I see, we go again
Our plot's as old as Time
We're running circles, both in vain
Performing silly mime
     The future's vague, the sсript is played
     For us, perhaps, 'tis just too late