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Years Long Dead
The woman I see across the way,
Did I see her the other day?
Was it her that rode and passed me by
But wasn’t it she who since then died?
How did I know this screaming face
Full of grim and strong malice?
The creases and folds of flesh long dead
Forever now screaming in my head?
Forever now screaming in your head
Isn’t it that woman, years long dead?
