You look so pretty darling
More than usual, more than you ever was
Your crimson dress suits you best
The smile that was carved onto your skin
The color of your lipstick
The soft touch of you fingertips
I could not let go of you
and your cold lips
I'll tuck you up to sleep at midnight
For it is useless
it is lifeless
Of course it's a corpse that I keep
in my cradle
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