Why so grim, my lover?
Why so pale and low?
Why are your lips unmoving?
Why are your hands so cold?
Why do you look surprised, my heart?
Why do you stare aghast?
Why did you not see this coming?
Why did you not run and hide?
Why so bleak, my darling?
Why so still and small?
Why is your odor ominous?
Why is your breath no more?
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