You are my that not scary witch
Who lives in hut in ancient forest,
Which built in center of creek ditch.
In front of God I will be honest:
You're all I needed in my life
That day by day is getting shorter.
To stop this endless fiery strife
Give me a jug of coldest water,
Extend your hand, and smile to me,
Just look how much delight there is:
I came to kiss your tender knee,
Your jentle palms. I came from trees,
Permiss me passing to your hearth
And promise me to warm me up.
I brought a gift — this is my heart
And love that will be never stop.
Witch
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