| A strange voice within his mind
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| From the glowing orb in his hand
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| Spoke of the properties of certain herbs
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| Growing wild all across this land
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| Three witches you shall meet
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| Along the road to your fate
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| The first at twilight, the second at night
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| And the third at the coming of day
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| Inhaling deeply of the sacred smoke
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| Slipping in between the worlds
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| He beheld a living column of light
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| And it sang to him without a word
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| Three witches you shall meet
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| Upon the path to your fate
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| The first will love you, the second will deceive you
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| And the third will show you the way
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| Draw back your arrow and let it fly
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| May your aim be straight and true
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| Remember all that you have been told
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| And there might be some hope for you
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| Three witches you shall meet
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| Along the road to your fate
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| The first is twilight, the second is night
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| And the third is the coming of day |