witchcraft and love story
mandrake and morning-glory
cast an occult magic spell
warlocks with potions
and conjures with notions
hold secrets no one can tell
the tears that won't fall
are a clarion call
presaging the toll of a bell
love is absent of reason
it is just for a season
until an enchanted farewell
when promises broken
are the only love token
in realms where witches dwell
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