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The Spirits Speak


She runs away

away in fear 

until the day

theres no more teas

not one tear 

 

The voices wont keep her here 

they send her far away 

everyone wants to know and care 

we'll have to wait for another day

wait for another day

 

"Taylor" they whispered to her

"What, answer me" she screamed back

no one wanted to answer her 

all she could do was run back

just run back

 

She runs toward us screaming

no one knew why 

all we can hear is the screaming

and everyone watches her pass on by

pass on by

 

She walks back up there 

and brings me with her

she want to see what i can hear

i hear nothing but a purr

nothing but a purr

 

She yells "I'm not crazy.

I heard you. I did"

she was a little bit hazy

but i don't think she would kid

no wouldn't kid

 

He cousin said "It might be Grandma."

we all had to think about that

he said it again "It might be Grandma."

we all scratched our hat

scratched our hat

 

"She reached me yesterday"

the cousin tried to help

"She might be trying you today"

we all tried to help

all tried to help 

 

 

 

 

 

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