A Sad Song about Greenwich Village

A Sad Song about Greenwich Village by Frances Park

She lives in a garret
up a haunted stair,
And even when she’s frightened
there’s nobody to care.

She cooks so small a dinner
She dines on the smell,
And even if she’s hungry
There’s nobody to tell.

She sweeps her musty lodging
as the dawn steals near,
And even when she’s crying
There’s nobody to tell.

I haven’t seen my neighbor
Since a long time ago,
And even if she’s dead
There’s nobody to know.

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A Sad Song about Greenwich Village

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