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"Pretty Noose"
So this is the rope
With which I hang myself.
Of softest velvet its construction,
Each coil perfect in form
So I almost forget the function.
There is no fear of its embrace
Eagerly around my neck it slips
So soft, so wonderful to me it is!
Truly no pain could come from this!
I like what I'll be hanging from.
No need to warn me of the drop,
I'll be begging for it come the time.
Oh how sweet our doomed destiny,
It's the same rope for you and me.
