Confidant meant to be noon, perpetually;
Nothing fallacy between, no rift within;
Brought in a trice all way doom in the comradeship,
With no delineation and not a goodbye in the split!
Pule all night, poem all day,
lead to agony that had no remedy.
Lamented comradeship and vamoosed confidants, brought in a trice all way
begetting great rift in comradeship!
Life got to be lacking,
scrivener in woe and
poem in pule!
brought in soul all woe
And left poems forlorn
being scrivener in all agony