The Youngest One Had A Rose in His Mouth

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking Into
Desolation Row

Jan Cage.
Felicidades Youngest One.