My kind of witch,
you are, running scared and
flying around...
Yonder, you
haunt my dreams,
on a broomstick...
Wondering, where you
went, I look up
to the skies, full moon...
In the night, I can
see you, but only
in my sleep...
Taunting, teasing,
mesmorizing me,
under your spell...
Call me, if you
want me, I am yours
forever...
Hide not, please
for I cannot do
without you...
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