Suebeth
Abroad in dreams and well asleep
Wearing a dress of purple rain
Motionless under-covers keep...
And knowing this her killer came
The air around the moon was death
Her eyes opened in shock and ease
She never took another breath
Her dress with blood of his disease
The killer clever stripped her clean
To bury treasures...dress and gown
Without events of crime to scene
A murderer so walked the town
Years afterward and in the night
A woman whistled in the rain
From candles to no candle light
And often called me by my name
...Before I'm hanged I must confess
'Twas I who murdered my SueBeth
How could someone have found her dress?
She must have worn it after death!
Ghosts!
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