Will never be again.
The blackened soul,
Speak's only of the past.
Where, who, but when?
Along the line of time,
It began to fall.
The innocence is gone,
Crying only of the past.
But did it take it all?
Existing somewhere else,
It has gone and came.
The loss bleeds through,
Hurting only for the past.
It'll never be the same.
I couldn't make it last.
~Emily Adams
Jareth: Sarah, beware
I have been generous up until now, and I can be cruel
Sarah: Generous?"
-Jim Henson