She walked down the Pine Rd. at six
She looked as she missed something or someone
As she passed the barn, I gazed
At the devilish way those gold locks were made
She entered the woods from the side,
Left the old crib behind, and gone out of sight
She never made it back home,
We knew all along that there's something wrong.
The heart of the woods was so dense,
I used my sixth sense to get through the trees
She stood at the edge of the woods,
She did all she could, but she lost her strength
As the sun plunged down from the cliff,
Her body got stiff, and her eyes petrified
She never made it back home,
We knew all along that there's something wrong.

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