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Paint me like one of your French girls

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My neck a paperweight,
and I knew it then,
that on a sunny evening
all will come to an end.
The clouds will bear witness,
To all I’ve known,
They cry and wail
Pouring down,
Demanding,
Depending,
And desperate to see,
Of what befalls me,
Oh, Despair and tragedy,
All they see
Running into,
Crawling back,
The weight unbearable
My neck did snap.