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strange. 1.
Don't say to me there are no ghosts,
You have not eyes to see.
I was just a child of four,
When she came quietly through the door.
I had no way to understand, just knew that I
Was not alone.
No more of her for many years, but always
She was there.
Then back she came, a shadow, tall. dressed all in black.
Drifting, silent, round my bed,watching me
As she went.
'what was she like' my mother asked, 'dressed all in black',
Was all I said.
It was my Aunt Louise, dressed in her Mourning clothes,
Always worn in later years, right up untill her death.
Black veil, and a long black dress,
Falling to her feet.
How strange..she died before my birth,
And yet we both could meet.
