The Ballad of Rico and Annabelle

Rico was dying,

but he didn’t know it,

every day he told his friends

he was getting better,

every day he grew worse,

he had been to places,

no one should be,

he had seen things,

no one should see;

Annabelle lives alone,

she sits in her box like Greta Garbo,

isolated and alone,

dusted and sheik,

no reason for living,

no reason for dying,

traveling into the hidden night,

without a thought or care;

farewell my friends.

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