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The Virgin Witch of Moulineaux
Three fennel seeds upon the snow
she sows upon St. Valentine's,
the virgin witch of Moulineaux.
A magic spell that love shall grow
in blood fresh pricked from rose's spines,
three fennel seeds upon the snow.
A kiss beneath the mistletoe,
on Yuletide eve his arm entwines
the virgin witch of Moulineaux.
But now where is her wayward beau?
Her hope lies there before the pines:
three fennel seeds upon the snow.
With lifted arms to call the Crow
she kneels to pray and make the signs,
the virgin witch of Moulineaux.
To win his love or it forego,
the stars shall judge how she aligns
three fennel seeds upon the snow,
the virgin witch of Moulineaux.
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