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A tattered box tied up with string is stored in the
loft above
And guards with care the memories of someone's
secret long lost love.
Tender words, on paper sparse, in a flowing loving
hand
Records hopes and dreams of some 'happy ever-after
land'.
It's nestled there between the beams on floorboards
damp with mould
Awaiting hands to lift that lid and those memories
to unfold!
For many years it's been tucked away - no-one knew
that box was there,
It was hidden well - right out of sight - with some
tender loving care!
A century now - or maybe more and that box has now
just come to light,
The dust removed, the string untied and inside -
some letters now off-white!
They tell the tale of a lady fair, who fell in love
with a travelling man,
But her folks stepped in and cast him out - to some
far off foreign land!
In secret notes they made their plans and pledged
their love so true,
And so one night they watched the moon and then did
what they had to do!
The first note on that precious pile bid them all a
very sad farewell -
"I'm going now and I won't be back" is all that she
did tell.
Rumours state that in that house around about half
past four
You can hear the call of a maiden fair as she paces
round that floor.
She took her life one November night when she hung
from the loft so high,
And a travelling man from a far off land, was found
hanging in a tree nearby!
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