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Old Craggy Jones Spell. Way down in the valleys, valleys so green. Lives a lovely young lady no outsider has seen. They say her beauty will hold you in awe and her golden locks strong,long and pure. They say if you see her you'll never be the same. I've heard them call Sophie, that must be her name. When she sings all the tree tops fill with all kinds of bird. For her singing so lovely, the best green valley has heard. But you know this Sophie, she's really quite shy. If she see's strangers approaching she runs of to cry. For she knows if they see her and look upon her face the valley so green, will not be the same place. For many years ago a curse lay from that witch they all knew as Old Craggy Jones. who's spell to this day will turn all to stones. So if you think to find Sophie to see if that old tale is true. Seeing her face could be the last thing you do!

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