With bony hands I hold my partner
On soulless feet we cross the floor.
The music stops as if to answer
An empty knocking at the door.
It seems his skin was sweet as mango
When last I held him to my breast.
But now we dance this grim fandango
And will four years before we rest.
Happy Halloween!
(character and poem from the game "Grim Fandango" by LucasArts)
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