When we were close allies
We framed and forged hoax
Now fallen apart
Naught but the game of wits
They knew little about string
Now are stuff tangled in webs
Their stock no longer a secret
Everything theirs, adrift
Greed had argued them on
Now cranes and tail-wagging cow
The old smiles faded into naught
Non-existent their true nature was
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