unfriendliness
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Who lives here,
In this shack,
In a dead end corner,
By the bayou's edge?
A funeral bier,
Drapped in black,
With a weeping mourner,
Behind the overgrown hedge.
I pass as a sightseer,
Who lives here,
In this shack,
In a dead end corner,
By the bayou's edge?
A funeral bier,
Drapped in black,
With a weeping mourner,
Behind the overgrown hedge.
I pass as a sightseer,
