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[XXV. The origin of the Mayfair

[By the letters of Van A., 1638]

that crazy night
I forget my love
he pile of logs,
She stood unconscious ghost
A last scream the stake
Her mother was burnt, she
The crowd...

I her far away, over the seas,
Far from the I thought
But the followed
of the witches and their souls

And now I had to see her
On the place always feared
The waited for her blood
of her demon's fault...

"I've hurt you, I've never been
The witch you to burn,
The you kill!
Oh, come,
Show me your
Give me a vengence,a last fight
me your power,
To show mine
Destroy liars, my untrue sons,
The crowd..."
And the storm came, the wind blew
Walls down on human's flood
Souls got burnt in the flashes of
My witch stepped in the tower of the

her eyes, a world of sorrow
me a
Tale of fears and
In their hearts, she saw all
Her suffer the demon awake...

I saw her falling, I saw her
Flowing out of her scarlet
The stopped, the priests stood up
To take her body on the logs