They maids come in on Mondays. They still clean up his room -- There's not a speck of dust inside Or any hint of gloom -- In all the ways we love, there are As many ways we mourn: Like monuments and temples kept For someone never Born
They maids come in on Mondays. They still clean up his room -- There's not a speck of dust inside Or any hint of gloom -- In all the ways we love, there are As many ways we mourn: Like monuments and temples kept For someone never Born
Sad!