When we die, we are finally nameless;
Faceless.
Our spirits receive a fine tuxedo, or
A finely articulated dress.
And a little, black umbrella
To protect us from the rain.
Umbrella
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When we die, we are finally nameless;
Faceless.
Our spirits receive a fine tuxedo, or
A finely articulated dress.
And a little, black umbrella
To protect us from the rain.