She said she was dying to see me
I had no idea how much
She explained she would please me in so many ways
That I'd crumble beneath her soft touch
But then something untoward happened
She fell off a bridge whilst out walking
And she died when she fell, and I guess that's pure hell
And I think that now she is done talking
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