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The Banshee
They heard the banshee's cry
Stricken with grief
It sounds as though she wants to die
Burying in her pillow so deep
They not know why she wails
Although death may come in suit
They see her white face pale
Then came the stoop
They tried to grasp her
But the disease in her mind held not loose
For she was a ghost trapped in solid
And she could not break through
(J)
Stricken with grief
It sounds as though she wants to die
Burying in her pillow so deep
They not know why she wails
Although death may come in suit
They see her white face pale
Then came the stoop
They tried to grasp her
But the disease in her mind held not loose
For she was a ghost trapped in solid
And she could not break through
(J)
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