She stands in the window peering Out
A ghostly image without a Doubt
She has been there since the house was Built
Murdered by the hands that had no Guilt
Look to the window she gazes Through
Telling stories you already Knew
Of her Father with a violent Mind
And her Mother who was never Kind
Come to her home, she is always There
Gazing below with a vacant Stare
Come inside to hear the music Play
A haunting tune begging you to Stay
Walk in her bedroom and take a Chance
See her twirling in an endless Dance
The love she had is forever Passed
Hatred she has will forever Last
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