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Superstition
Friday the 13th, and dark clouds rise
There is superstition in her eyes
Will she venture out and test the fates
Or hide behind her iron gates
Her lover left, he won't return
She thinks the gypsy queen will bring him back
Magic spells she can't discern
Her superstition is right on track
On Halloween she's on the street
A witch's brew, her tasty treat
She is caught up in a bind
Superstition is on her mind
Copyright ©
Joseph May
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