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Many people tell the story
Of an evil woman’s glory
Eating children, everyday
Lock your windows and stay away
She will come and you will be gone
Nothing about this that can be done
Brother sleeps in room across
Then the wind opens my doors
This is when I see the witch
Ugly woman, evil litch
She has come for me as well
No longer hear, I churches bell
I have a dagger underneath,
 Since when is metal not relief?
But this little dagger will let me live 
The reason why I must believe
She thinks I am sleeping, what a fool
I understand, this witch is cruel
I look around but she is not there
I hear a whisper:”Young child beware”
“As soon as you slip the dagger”
“You will become the witch and stagger”
And that is when I turned around, 
And pierced the witch in her full gown
She screamed and rattled just a bit 
Then turned into a little kid,
My hands now grow and body changes,
And that is when I see the witches 
That terrorized this town for long
I am somewhere deep, where I belong
What’s worse than that? I see my brother
He is standing shocked but it won’t matter
No longer can I feel my love for him
So I just smile a little grim
Now it is time to say good bye
This little child will have to die

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