In yellow path
He has been seen
Walking cheerfully
With a blond .
I heard it
feel it
I can forgive my best friend
But never the wanton.
Thought of him, so high
Thought of him so pure
Nothing so mean
Nothing obscene
filthy loose.
Praise love with words
Denieying it in soul
Can I forgive my best friend?
Though Never the whore.
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