There are circles of dance around the infernal fire.
Set ablaze the sky, we moss extinguished until the
morning. On such nights are wide awake animals, and
smell the witch that they were going to meet.
Go without permission the other doors, take in their
homes mirrors and candles.
When else on my hands the whole dreadful gloom will
spill over the edge! It will be light only by flashes
of lightning, but such there is no need of the sun.
By the morning, capered, fly on a broom, in a fit of
enthusiasm, very passionate. Catching the stellar wind
light, tails of comets are woven into the braids
overnight.
Barefoot running down the sea waves, a naked witch, to
swim. And Moon the ROADWAY spread me out. Dive to the
bottom, a mermaid used to stay.
Potion brewed in the morning at dawn, dusting gold
from the clouds sunrise. That potion all used to
dispel the Land that there were no unrequited loves.

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