"Snow drips from a tree.
In a velvet gown
They laid her down
And went back to their rest."
"On her grave they left a warning
For her hair was black as mourning.
She loved and died,
And no one cried,
Save I who loved her best."
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Yeah, I'm not sure the quotation marks worked right. I don't really care, honestly. I'm a little more freaked out by the death rattle my car started making, honestly.
