I dreamt of witches.
I heard their voices.
Enthralled by their beautiful eyes,
And marvelling at their long black hair
That looked like dark daring crows,
I followed them into the night,
And fell for each and every one of them.
I heard their voices.
Enthralled by their beautiful eyes,
And marvelling at their long black hair
That looked like dark daring crows,
I followed them into the night,
And fell for each and every one of them.
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