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I may not have the hat and broom, but I have a spell cast on you. Don't worry, I can never harm for it's the only rule I must follow.
Under the light of the shimmering stars You think to yourself just who you are A wandering child, a kin of the Earth
Water is relaxing As I sit In the shower Nothing can compare To the way The water feels like silk against My skin My hair
Shudder and scream! A witch grows near! This is not a dream, for the witch is here. History is wrong. A bad story told for far too long.