Dead Sheila

I went down to the river to hear what she was saying

I moved a little closer found a finger bone laying

I grabbed a tiny twig to move it on by

only for it to go into our water supply

We drink her in our tea and we cry her in our tears

the only thing she left us dances in our fears.

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