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The hunted rustle in seats
Is it with her eyes she
Peering round the at the brittle and weak
The and weak
Does a linger in its bones
A spell from a crone
Who resided at this quiet and lonely old folks
As the kitten and kneads
The elders fear its
When she skims the
The "Who's next"
The hex
For is she hops upon your
The last breath in your lungs
And the women in gossiping whispers,
"I'll surely her"
For the hiding under a veil
The of the sickle is the swing of its tail
With intentions that not be mentioned
More a bruise
So if the walking clock your eye
With a prediction that never lie
She'll bid you
bid you farewell
She'll bid you