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Remember the house on Grayson Place
Not quite sure just where it’s gone
It appears, now, to be an empty space
Perhaps it was never there, all along
A pile of grassy dirt lays claim
To the lot, where it once stood
The neighborhood’s never been the same
Not quite sure it really should
Remind us, of the woman, who
We could hear, from dawn til dusk
Her howling shrill, would pierce right though
Ever long, and rather brusque
We knew better than to get too near
Strange things happened much too fast
How she filled us with this dreadful fear
A woman, who was marked, an outcast
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