Slender/Necking
And the shape of her pretty frame
Slender and still
Led you to her warm embrace, her sweet escape
Her slim build and tender fragility
Things I never thought I could be replaced by
And as I walk I know it's over
I know it's bound to happen yet
But it will, and it will soon
Does she call out your name?
I know it's over, but do I still count?
And the necromancers don't haunt your door, anymore
They've all congregated at mine
I know how I'll die, but it's not going to be today
I haven't seen your eyes, yet
I haven't seen your doughtnuts, boy
I haven't seen your meadow.
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