| Neither white pebble-stones
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| Nor crumbs of bread were left as a trail
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| For them to be led along crooked old trees
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| Looking like twisted shapes of the dead
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| Then they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough
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| It flew away and they followed it
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| Until it alighted on the roof of a little house
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| Constructed of gingerbread and confectionery
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| So heavenly!
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| They began to eat
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| Then a soft voice cried from the parlor:
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| «Nibble, nibble, gnaw
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| Is it a mouse nibbling at my little house?»
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| And the children answered:
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| «It's the wind, the heaven-born wind,»
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| And went on eating without disturbing themselves
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| It was as if the house moved
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| And in the moment
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| The little white bird on the rooftop
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| Yeaaaarrgh
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| Made a horrible shriek
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| Instead a black crow flew away over the trees
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| Gretel dropped the cake she held
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| She fell down on her knees
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| Began to cough up blood and threw up her delicious meal
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| She couldn’t breathe
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| Chocking and chewing on the guts
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| Spewing from her mouth
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| Gretel bled from eyes and her ears and her nose
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| She was bleeding like a pig
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| Until she dropped dead!
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| The skies turned red instantly
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| While the candy cottage
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| Transformed into a huge festering ulcer
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| The stench of old blood and black pus…
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| Mmm… Ahhh…
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| Sugar and cake turned into decomposed flesh
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| Crawling with flies, maggots, and snakes
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| This process of decay seemed quickly to spread
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| It crawled over life and left it for dead
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| Hansel took a few steps back
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| He decided to turn around, to run away and then…
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| He looked straight into the face of a witch
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| She whispered a spell, crafted in hell:
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| «Nibble, nibble, gnaw
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| Hansel! |
| I will eat your lifeless flesh
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| Still warm… but raw» |