.Four hundred bones, crumpled in bed
I'm the only one who knows that you're still breathing
Beneath the blanket, of another French death
This afternoon is one I will be keeping
Where skin is painted by a brush from the Sun
Pull the sheets up to your neck so She can't see us
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