Such is Life . . I am but a Witch, and at casting I try. But old world'e Spells, they pass me by. . The Earth is my bed, for a weary tired Head. For my roof I have painted the Sky. . The dawns creeping Mist, for a blanket I list. Till the Sun gives his warmth from on high. . For tis hunger resist, but a meal never missed. The Berries and Fruits that I try. . Shall stay my life here, till my end, it is near. Then on Broomstick, the Heaven I'll fly. . Ramses .
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