When I am dead
Pray thee
Plant roses at my head.
So they may feed on what remains
Of my tortured tormented brain
Before the worm
That loathsome grub
Consumes my rotten love.
When I am dead
Pray thee
Plant roses at my head.
So they may feed on what remains
Of my tortured tormented brain
Before the worm
That loathsome grub
Consumes my rotten love.