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Manna di San Nicola

Blessed be, Lady Giulia

Arsenic, belladonna, and lead

Six hundred women, freed

From six hundred men, dead

Astrologa della Lungara

O magic spell, O euphoria

Serve the wine

Within it, venom, slipped undetected

Hath taken ill, the symptoms

Rid him to the hell of his bed

His spirit endures

As he is absorbed by death

The curtain falls to his dying breath

He wrote the will

And repented the errors of his ways

Sweet mariticide - her secret to the grave

I know I must die

Someone has given me

Aqua Tofana

I know you must die

Someone has given you

Aqua Tofana

Til death do us part