Down by his tombstone, he opens her eyes.
Says, “Dear, see?
“I’m still by your side.”
His sleep is eternal, he’s already died.
She screams, “Stay,
“Mi Amor, you’re my #vice.”
He says, “When it’s cold outside
“close your window.
“And when you wanna cry
“sit right here.”
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