| They never said why she was wicked
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| That was just taken on Faith
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| She’d a face to fill you with fear
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| No teeth, and a wart sprouting hair
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| Along with a welcoming leer
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| But a Good Witch
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| Really likes people
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| Good Witches really do care
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| For even, the mean stupid, hapless ones
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| The feckless and foolish and silly ones
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| The Hopeless, Mothers and little ones
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| The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft
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| Is so hard to control
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| It’s everyday caring, loving and sharing
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| That’s a Witch’s center and soul
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| And a Good Witch
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| Looks to the ages
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| Betwixt this world and the next
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| More edges than people can know
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| Night and the Day, or the Fast and the Slow
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| Right and Wrong, don’t always show
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| The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft
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| Is so hard to control
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| It’s everyday caring, loving and sharing
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| That’s a Witch’s center and soul
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| «A Good Witch
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| Never Cackles
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| Cackling is not just
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| A 'Nasty' laughter
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| It means your mind
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| Drifting away from its anchor
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| It means, loneliness and hard work
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| Driving you crazy, a little bit at a time
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| Until you thought it was normal to stop washing
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| And wear a kettle on your head
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| It means thinking
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| Right and Wrong, are Negotiable
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| In the end…
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| It means going to the Dark
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| A BAD road!
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| At the end of that road
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| With, Poison Spinning Wheels
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| And Gingerbread Cottages…» |