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I hung her likeness, with a nail, upon my wall.

It's black and white and oh, so very simple.

It was taken in a wood not too far from her home.

She ...

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Well, the hospital harpist she plays her tunes,

For the folks in the waiting room.

She pulls her strings and she strums them, too.

She eve...

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Well, Angela, where are you off to tonight?

Are you going out with that friend of yours--

The one whose name I have yet to know?

Should I ...

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Well, friend, do you hear me when I share my troubles,

Or am I just speaking to a wall?

I need to know now because I am weak,

And I am go...

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She called late in the night.

I could hear her voice shaking.

I asked her what was wrong.

She said she was not sure.

I drove over to her h...