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It was sort of a sad song Very faint And sort of broken All of those hours down under the ground in that box must have sort of made her crazy All she needed was soing, not wanting to screa

I listened to the song

And then I turned and walked straight across the lot and up the steps to my house and I opened the front door

“Father,” I said

“So there you are!” he cried

“Father,” I said

“You’re going to get a licking,” he said

“She’s not screa any more”

“Don’t talk about her!”

“She’s singing now,” I cried

“You’re not telling the truth!”

“Dad,” I said “She’s out there and she’ll be dead soon if you don’t listen to ” I hu a few of the words “I loved you fair, I loved you well”

Dad’s face grew pale He came and took my arm

“What did you say?” he said

I sang it again, “I loved you fair, I loved you well”