Where have you gone? Are you waiting on the next line? The train left hours ago. One train this time. Sorry don't you know. The bagage put away, the Porter, ticket takes. Nothing left for her. She heads to the lake. Hiding under the bridge, the wicken touch, the lumanation made. Witch kissed long ago. Sorry don't you know. Foundation laid. Witch kissed, With no where else to go. No where to stay. So in the waters, deep a float. The bottle with a chilling note. In dessert storms you find your fate. Witch Kissed and never late.
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