The Hill
An empty castle,
a broken spell,
look to the hill,
upon it a well,
deep in its depths,
a princess you'll find,
against the stones,
her bones will grind,
at the end of the hill,
a prince lay buried,
to the ground,
his blood is married,
a witchs spell,
cast to kill,
it ran its corse,
upon that hill,
one dark day,
the princess drowned,
killing the prince,
with the sight he found,
in the well,
he saw her lifeless eyes,
trip and tumble,
that's how he dies,
that's the end,
their love now gone,
killed on a hill,
by a witchs con...
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