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by Aella,
2001
Hide
Don't answer that knock on your door
It's you they are looking for
With their long black cloaks
And their books of words
And a promise of wealth
They come
In stealth
Admired by the masses
And scorned by the few
You never believed
They'd come looking for you
With hate in their eyes
Their minds are set
To give you a ride
You'll never forget
Your kettle is black
You're on the rack
So hide witch,hide.
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