My breast it is as cold as clay, my breath is earthly strong;
And if you kiss my cold clay lips, your days they won’t be long.
O down in yonder grove, sweetheart, where we were wont to walk;
The first flower that ere I saw, is withered to the stalk.Penny Dreadful returns Sunday, April 26.
The song gives me goosebumps every time.
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