| Fillet of a fenny snake,
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| In the cauldron boil and bake.
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| Eye of newt and toe of frog,
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| Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
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| Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
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| Come like shadows; |
| so depart!
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| Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
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| Then the charm is firm and good.
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| Double, double toil and trouble
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| By the pricking of my thumbs,
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| Fire burn and cauldron bubble
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| Something wicked this way comes.
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| I’ll charm th' air to give a sound,
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| While you perform your antic round.
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| That this great king may kindly say
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| Our duties did his welcome pay.
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| Double, double toil and trouble
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| By the pricking of my thumbs,
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| Fire burn and cauldron bubble
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| Something wicked this way comes.
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| Something wicked
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| This way comes
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| Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
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| Come like shadows; |
| so depart!
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| Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
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| Then the charm is firm and good.
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| Double, double toil and trouble
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| By the pricking of my thumbs,
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| Fire burn and cauldron bubble
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| Something wicked this way comes.
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| Something wicked this way comes.
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| Something wicked this way comes.
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| Something wicked this way comes.
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| Something wicked this way
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| Comes |