I never saw her when she came around
I never met her or found out her name
But every night I knew that she came
The evidence was there and traces were found
The left room, the washers; the driers, the right
She would move loads to the dryers, then fold
At night, for all in the building, I’m told
And take time to separate black from white
This woman was so sad and alone
And she could never seem to forget
This was the closed that she’d ever get
To having a family of her own
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