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Milk white misty hidden truth

What lies behind the veil

Hollow age from empty youth

To corpse dust dry and pale



Socket sight from lidless eyes

Cracked and brittle bone

Bleached white beneath the sun she dries

And waits for me alone



Broken back so weak and frail

But she'll no longer hide

Life is just a thin white veil

I lift and kiss my future bride