Standing beside the window
Is a woman dressed all in lace
A candle is burning beside her
And a veil covers her face
It seems that she’s quietly sobbing
As she’s done so often before
“Come closer.”
She turns toward you
“I’ve been waiting.”
She opens the door
Let her be pretty please, at let her be nice to look at. Death is a certainty here :)
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