She's always so absently, merrily skipping
Almost dancing down the pathway
In her silky, yellow easter dress
With her ruffled hat in hand
Humming her sweet melody
The morning a shimmering, sparkling delight
As always, she so goes
Without the faintest flicker of recognition of me
An apparition
Of a hundred years past
And the hair on my neck always rises
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