"For all is not lost, forgotten of tightened friendships, how sad and good disturbed, but regained that communication, hope it has been noticed of other peoples intentions, some just for the sake for one to see their side of gloom, a handsome personality to be consumed by death, yet not recall, when together a whole story and is that, minutes fall and hours climb, for its that time at point that is treasured, and how many more can be made of which is none, the rest will just look upon, its will just continued forward darkening, with the end and its own spade, after this none will slave, only fade with no one to be saved".