Bewitched
Our bells rung
Our books shut
Our candles blazing
Water will not protect us
Nor houses keep us safe
Love knows no impasse
It's egress assured
The coldest cockle warms
And the most brave shudders
Love demands submission
The answer is to bow
For we revel in its fetters
Delighting in our erotic machinations
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