From the mouth of a witch
Bend your ears,
My little dears,
And listen to me,
Sieve my faulty voice,
And cracked lips to see,
Trickle these drops,
Soothing sickly honey,
I'll let you stay and rest your pretty feet.
Bend your ears,
My little dears,
And listen to me,
Sieve my faulty voice,
And cracked lips to see,
Trickle these drops,
Soothing sickly honey,
I'll let you stay and rest your pretty feet.
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