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Once it's lost, it's lost.
Once it's broken, it's broken.
Once you're gone, you're gone...
without looking back
without another chance
without any drops of remaining love.
That's it and I'll dwell, yet again, in the past.
In dreams and idealizations that are too ideal for reality.
It didn't work, it will never work, it wont ever work, but why do I want it so badly to work?

Sherlock & The Gypsy