Smiling she makes a picture of happiness
her dead eyes speak another language
the eyelids tell a tale of sorrow, of regret
close them and see her face grow clownish
a smiling mouth and crying eyes
this is the key, sums up an entire life
Give her your gifts to receive your absolution
take her hand in yours, feel the cold skin
the gift of two limp roses for two dead hands
that will make you feel good, I'm sure
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