When in the night
All lays astill
When anothings amoving
Not even a shrill
When the buildings start awaving
And the mysterys appear
A small little girl hears a whisper in her ear.
She awalks to the window
And to her amazment
She had a long twisted face convered in warts
The girl was no longer for all was aleft
She alay on the ground her felsh anolonger as the witch goes about with a terrible hunger
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