He has three years to live yet But the young prince is already dead, Though he hides this fact with aplomb. The princess his wife stands On the dais, thinking of poems She’ll gather together Through the long New York afternoons Of her widowhood like skull
Kennedys
Kennedys
Kennedys
He has three years to live yet But the young prince is already dead, Though he hides this fact with aplomb. The princess his wife stands On the dais, thinking of poems She’ll gather together Through the long New York afternoons Of her widowhood like skull