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in plain sight
She walks around the town all dressed in black
Eternally mourning, always looking back
Trapped in the past, alone in hear head
Searching for a lifeline in amongst the dead
If only there was a method to this drawn out madness
To give away it all just to dwell in her sadness
Alas the bell tolls, and she's getting grey
Moving closer to her lost ones, with each passing day
The neighbours once were worried, now the pay no mind
Weary and impatient of being consistently kind
Now her door is standing still and seldom knocked
The secret of one woman's past is sealed and locked
The assumption often made is that her lover died
Yet no one ever questions whey she never cried
Always in black, always looking down
To hide away those eyes, all dead behind the brown
