Witches in a row
Please me to bow
Teach me to vow
Urge me to sow.
Stupids are they
Teachers are they
Legends are they
Witches are they.
I look to doors
See barefoot witches
Living in group
Gambling within themselves.
I am confused of their play
Salted within clay
Witchcraft go together
With their work and play.
My heart comes in flame
Whenever I hear their name
Such iron bars of cage, remind me
The glories of my witches.
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