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i met her at the 'Frog and Cauldron'

She bought me a pint of mild

Raven hair, fingernails

with ashen face and a crimson smile

Mable, she offered to me

something i would not beleive

it was more than magic

she said "give me something that means most to thee"

she lied to me

she lied to me

she broke my magic wand

she lied to me

morbid witch

she how she cries, pity her life

Mable led me with a frozon hand

into a wretched swamp

inside a black and withered tree

she made her home

black candles, dimly lit the room

her dead relatives

at different states of discomposition

she lied to me

she lied to me

she bent my point hat

she lied to me

morbid witch

she how she cries, pity her life