She wanted to leave me, she thought she was superior,
And I'd been keeping her in the dark, and she was resentful--
Wasting her days waiting on a half-corpse!
And secretly she began to hope I'd die.
Then she could cover my mouth and eyes, cover me entirely,
And wear my painted face the way a mummy-case
Wears the face of a pharaoh, though its made of mud
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