Last night I saw shadow from my window
Didn't even startle me at all
Its the company I've waited patiently to see
and I can tell we will be good friends come the fall
Knocking on my door I saw a memory
without a raincoat in a thunderstorm.
In its hand a letter and and loaded gun
Seeking shelter, somewhere to be warm.
I don't know the answer to these questions
written on the mirrors in this place
Are the mysteries I grown so fond of pondering
the ancient stories written on my face?
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