It might have been a hunch
That had me turn my head
Right when the specter glided by
And then I felt the silent
Wielding of her wings
And knew it wasn’t me
For my heart wasn’t beating
When the feathers
Ruffled past
I think she saw me all along,
And merely came to wish me
Pleasant dreams
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