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A strange voice within his mindfrom the glowing orb in his handspoke of the properties of certain herbsgrowing wild all across this land |
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Three witches you shall meetalong the road to your fate |
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The first at twilight, the second at night,and the third at the coming of day |
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Inhaling deeply of the sacred smoke |
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Slipping in between the worlds |
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He beheld a living column of lightand it sang to him without a word |
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Three witches you shall meetupon the path to your fate |
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The first will love you, the second will deceive you,and the third will show you the way |
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Draw back your arrow and let it fly |
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May your aim be straight and true |
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Remember all that you have been toldand there might be some hope for you |
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Three witches you shall meetalong the road to your fate |
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The first is twilight, the second is night,and the third is the coming of day |
