Bride |
I keep my bride locked in a box, as chaste and beautiful as the day we wed A gown, pure white, wrapped round her skin, and roses round her head I clean the glass always twice a day, as to clearly see her face It is ever-lovlier by the day, though hidden deep in lace Her skin's still soft, her cheeks still blush, although she is quite dead She always wanted to be with me, "You always will," I said. |
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