"On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth"

Been a little out of sorts today,... been listening to Nick Cave's "Murder Ballards" album,. and an image along these lines has been plaguing my dreams lately,........ so,... bleh,. it is what it is,.....