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“Too Late” by Michael Tidwell

I have something for you
Even though you haven’t asked
I give you this to sleep with
Until your pain has passed

It is something special
Or so it seems to me
I offer it so rarely
But I always give it free

Keep it close, keep it safe
Guard it from all harm
Think of it when you’re alone
And it will keep you warm

When you know it’s value
You will reaffirm your own
Then you will turn to Thank me
But Oh too late,
I’ll be Gone