that's now fixed on the wall, next to the lamp Often knocks from the other end. Telling me how the girl that I hid there in the wall years ago Is still crying. I don't believe it. But every time I take the portrait off the wall I see the wall wetter with her tears And the crack in the wall wider. She wants to come out. So I seal it again by hanging the portrait who already knows my secret. ā Hola Spookians š¤š¤š¤š¤