As I mourn the loss of yesteryear,
I come upon fated facts.
You, my friend, left my side
In my greatest need.
Yet Now you return like nothing happened.
Why, then, are you here?
Must animosity kindle old flames?
Will we be ever be civil again?
You used to cozen my affection and protection,
As I silently endured the obloquy of you.
I entreat you to leave this madness.
What treacherous act do you bring this time?
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