A tree has grown on the spot Where her body did rest Blood seeped into the soil From the knife in her chest The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how the bugs remember Gail What a lovely young girl Everybody would say You can still hear her laugh In the shadows on a cold winter's day A dog dug up a bone and wagged it's tail I wonder how the dog remembers Gail The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
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