A good laugh, a good
Cry, handkerchief
Chance to say goodbye
Me you and Jenny
Rubbing soft triangle ears
Slip away through veils
I and my muse, Death
Crafting the epitaphs of
Who will be the next
A good laugh, a good
Cry, handkerchief
Chance to say goodbye
Me you and Jenny
Rubbing soft triangle ears
Slip away through veils
I and my muse, Death
Crafting the epitaphs of
Who will be the next