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Witch!
Ashes of me,
Whirl in the fires I may not name.
Lick, lovely flame!
Whirl in the fires I may not name.
Lick, lovely flame!
Will the fagot not burn?
Throw on the tired broom
Stabled still in my room.
Throw on the tired broom
Stabled still in my room.
I have ridden wide and well.
Shall I say with whom?
(Stop the town bell!)
Shall I say with whom?
(Stop the town bell!)
Listen now,
Listen now if you dare:
I have lain with hope
Under the dreadful bough,
I have suckled Judas' rope
As it swung on the air—
Listen now if you dare:
I have lain with hope
Under the dreadful bough,
I have suckled Judas' rope
As it swung on the air—
Go find the silver pieces in the moon.
I hid them there.
I hid them there.
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