I got settled for pretty things that night, I guess.
I aint stuck on em no more.
Well, them laylock bushes side o th house
Was real lovely.
Glittrin and shakin in the moonlight,
An the smell o them rose right up
An most took my breath away.
The colour o the spikes was all faded out,
They never keep their colour when the moons on em,
But the smell fair toxicated me.
I was alays partial to a sweet scent,
An I went close up t th bushes
Sos to put my face right into a flower.
Mis Priest, jests I got breathin in that laylock bloom
I saw, layin right at my feet,
A mans hand!
It was as whites the side o th house,
And sparklin like that lumnous paint they put on gate-posts.
I screamed right out,
I couldnt help it,
An I could hear my scream
Goin over an over
In that echo beind th barn.
Hearin it agin an agin like that
Scared me so, I dart scream any more.
I jest stood ther,
And looked at that hand.
I thought the echod begin to hammer like my heart,
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