Unaware

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This house so ancient and so still
Our ghosts so faint but so real
Your Victorian dress colored red
A gun shot wound is in my head
You do not notice and neither I
For we still wait to one day die
We joke and play and run about
But nothing is heard no laugh or shout
So then not knowing how we died
Neither how the bullet entered or how she lied

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