On the top of Hellshar Mountain,
I got my heart,
My heart broken,
And I died,
The pieces collected,
In soft hands,
They tried,
To put me back together again,
Oh how they tried,
At the wake,
My mother wept,
Large sea salt tears,
Oh how she cried,
In the urn,
Where I was kept,
I slithered through myself,
But mostly slept,
The dead bride,
Abby Kimball
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