I ought not to indite a soliloquy
Ensconcing the thoughts
Ought not to pen 'bout you and me
Loathing melancholia
Ought not to see lucid crystal clear firmament
Reminds me of it
Reminds me of it, It does

Ought not to cherish infinite bawl of the jaunty shore
heard through the shells you hoard
Ought to escape dreary breeze of the wind
Pulling me back to our memories
Ought to never again taste something sweet
For bitterness is all now in burrow deep
Truly it is mourning in my keep, truly it is mourning in my keep

Ought not to sway hoofing again in front hearth in heat
For failure ones needn't warm though deserves to shatter and cry
I ought to ought not to indite ever again a woeful soliloquy
And now I vow dolefully I must do it