Not so long ago,
There was this girl,
Blue eyes, short hair, deep smile like
She didn't seem really to care,
She was indeed a friend,
But smth was wierd about her,
Flowers blossomed amidst her presence,
She could make things fly,
She built fire out of no where,
She could make it rain out of her desire
When I dare to ask, she confessed
She was a witch,
She spoke Aramaic, the language of witches
She had a blistered soul
And all she wanted to do was help
Day by day her wizardry grew,
People around found out what she was
They invited her to feast,
Little did she knew about treachery,
She was hanged near the asylum,
Not fair it seemed to be,
Little did they know, she was witch,
A witch from new orleans that could never die
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