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Incantation

Mockingbird, your twisted song Of love, and dance, and mirth Tinge my scarlet heart with white And give my soul rebirth Rest my mind with naive dreams Give me once a cotton bed Tell me of my unlit means And rob me of my dread. Once your song has finished fast Leave me on mine own. Give me hope of death at last. And so my fate be sewn.

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