Anola
In silver slippers she danced each night
For the coins men tossed at her feet
It wasn't much, but it paid her way
So she didn't walk the street
The black lace veil she always wore
Did more than hide her face
It covered all the ugly scars
That make up could not erase
She was attacked by a drunken beau
Just for something she said
He slashed her with a razor
And left her there for dead
She patiently waited for revenge
And hoped that by and by
She would get her chance at him
So she could watch him die
Late one night she got that chance
When he asked her for a date
He didn't know her behind the veil
She was sure this was fate
She let him follow her home that night
He was happily drunk as could be
After she shot him, she raised her veil
And shouted, "Look, Devil, it's me"
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