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There's no mis-leadin any sane of mind
to think a witch is any other kind
than one who'll lead you to your fall
and never bat an eye at all
nor care about one argument you find;
there's no good witch, unless she's burnin' fast
and leavin to here-after; in the past!
and if you think ones' spell is good
you've never fully understood,
tis from the dark she calls her spells to cast!
Her way is vile--she's got the evil eye,
and never doubt, if needs be, she can fly;
she'll lead you down the primrose path
before she lets you know her wrath;
by then the harm's been done, and you will die
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