If you meet a vacant woman showing proudly her splendid urn
As a momento from the crematorium,
Don't disappoint her by trembling
Or by mad running for fear uncanny.
What she will show maximum her princess look
And high tutelage by convincing ornaments.
May she drag your frail stupid confidence
Towards the pictures framing the blonde once
And may compel you to clap at her skeleton decorated.
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