Outside Norton's Tailor
I can see neatly organized clothes on mannequins
on display
They certainly look nice
I know this place will be changed
I know this place will be bought by
someone else
Since William and May are dead and gone
Long gone now
I can only wonder where Jane Stride is now
Where she's at
Where she's gone
Odds are she's extremely lucky
She's still alive
After all this time
Outside Norton's Tailor
I realize it's time to leave and be on my way
The snow is starting to fall lightly
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