you were walking down by a graveyard you made it silently to a bridge then you hear somebody with a smooth voice playing the violin and singing a poem you duck behind in the ditch there were two other people an orange cat and a black cat orange cat was a 5'6 and then the black cat was a young woman they're digging up a grave for what it seems the older grey cat was on the lookout and you were in time to hear the end of his poem as gypsy waters fast and free for its your true name, Mississippi~