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Aunt Annie
Long ago you used to stand
Deep inside lurking in the clock's hand
My everything is like the water that flows
And wonders how everything goes
How deeply I cared
No secrets did you leave unbarred
Though I know I was so young
I still wonder how he wrung
You to the point of death
He now knows he committed the theft
Of innocence lost in time
After that he thought he was prime
"That asshole," I scream night and day
"That asshole got away," wishing my soul at bay
My everything grandma cried
The truth was known on how you died
You said to me one last time
On how you knew about his crime
Now as you go to your new home
Hate has never since left me alone
I still hear the last click on the phone
My Annie don't leave me alone
Damn my uncle for all he did
Acting as if he were a lid
To a secret jar of Annie's life and death
He still never confessed to the theft of
Aunt Annie
