C’est Fini
The credits roll and the audience applauds on their feet.
The sunset’s colors bid adieu before the night cloaks the earth.
The last leaf of autumn floats down, heralding winter.
The final note of the orchestra trembles ominously.
The crumbs of the cake are in the dustbin.
Why are you still here?
There’s no more magic between us.
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