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Witch Baby

They make the phone ring They look at it. It rings Things appear Things disappear As they will it I'm going to be like that Someday And I'm going to learn to fly No lard of swine No spleen of snake Yet a wish- impelled flying machine My body I'll make Alone Into the mouth of my Beloved I will fly Into the air The cloud The face The wind I will fly Baby witch.

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