her grandmother's house was white and the land was good. they kept chickens, goats, an old dog.
she learned to sew pockets in a cluttered room but she can't remember now. (no one remembers now.)
lyrics
"she draws pictures of their faces
covered in smiles
with fresh flowers and sunshine
flies on the spearmint leaves
their lemon scented fingers move
underneath the cold, hard ground
at the old farmhouse
the voices are loud
in the empty attic now
their footsteps tap soft melodies
her childhood memories
swearing it was all a dream
when she floated down the stairs
at midnight she
must have been falling
must have been sleeping
screaming through her shivering sweats
stuck in place
staring at their smiling faces
swearing it was all a dream
they made her swear it was all a dream"
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