The old woman was a cunning dame
And a Storyteller of sorts
Until the day it returns, continuing
Speaking a never ending story
That Raymond was only half listening to
Because he never listens to the world
“It’s a shame, a shame”
Her ex-lover would say
But decisively in just that way
He would show off vintage photos
“She doesn’t look like a beast there”
She doesn’t look like a beast here
Nethertheless, there is always something horrifying
About the past, that still waits
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