Was many moons ago
They hung me to my death
And from my lungs dispersed
My last eternal breath
In waking in this flesh
I am recalling me
When lived a life the year
‘Fore 1693
That time in this old world
My place within the stitch
Had earned the dreadful name
Of sinful, wicked witch
The people didn’t know
Of how I saw the sky
And what there was in me
That learned of how to fly
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