| The moon shines through the clouds
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| See the black bird on a tree
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| His voice is loud, and clear
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| I think he is laughing at me
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| I am writing a last letter
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| While I wait for my end
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| And I am still wondering
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| How did I come into this land
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| They even can say I’m a witch
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| I never even touched this stuff
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| They always ask me to confess
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| Now I see i’m not so tough
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| I’m afraid of the torture
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| So I sit in agony
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| Dont know what I should do
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| I would confess to get free
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| You will hang on the big black tree
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| Said the hangman right to me
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| At the crossing of the two dark ways
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| So you better enjoy your last days |