She flies a lone
Each and every night
Just flying on her broom
Because she aint very bright
She don't understand
She got under the devils curse
Though some call her a witch
She has been known as a lot worse
She no longer has any friends
There's no one who'll help her out
She just lives in misery
Until her time finally runs out
She has lost all her spells
All of her magic is gone
Her spirit is broken in two
Her old heart weighs a ton
By befriending her only friends
She brought it on herself
And this is the circumstances
All over greed and a little wealth
She lives in a cave
Deep in the forest land
No one to blame but herself
She as surely dealt her own hand
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