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witch hunt

so i guess im a witch well thats all okay cuz you never will catch me anyway for i fade into mist and i slide past your fists with my magical twists do i even exist? cuz i escape your grasp with a single little clasp of a tiny little glass holding potions made of grass i will fade into the night with a new prey in my sight like an animal take flight for a new eternal fight

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