Little comfort, perhaps, as an absolutely heart-melting and poignant — almost ineffably melancholic — melodic twist at the end signals disenchantment writ large, writ loved and lost: "And if it gets too late, for me to wait / For you to find you love me, and tell me so / It's okay, don't need to say it."
Another one "gets gone," leaving Fiona Apple stronger and more stoic than ever, "sitting singing again, singing again..." And that can be extraordinary.
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