Old Hag
“ That’s the old hag with charcoal hair,
Her skin’s a bluish grey
She sits above the fire escape
Every single day
She sings in some old language,
I couldn’t say the name
It sounds like maybe arabic
But she came from Suriname
I hear one time they robbed her,
Took everything she owned.
She just sat outside and sang
The next day,...
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