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There once was a wicked WarlockWho lived on Crabtree Hill,He lured the Witch of the Morning thereWho was my mother still,My father, he was the patient..
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The sun went down on a Sunday nightAnd didn’t come up again,The clouds above were crimson and brightAnd they shed life-giving rain,The news came..
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My sister Susan had disappearedAt the age of twenty four,She’d gone on up to the attic roomAnd she’d locked and barred the door,We beat, c..
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I said, ‘We’re going to Coffin CoveFor the first weekend in June,I’ve booked us a seaside caravan,Under a bloodshot Moon,’Gise..
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Whenever I went with winsome KateShe’d say, ‘I’m a witch, and that,’And while in bed, with love in my head,All she would do wa..
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She said she’d only be gone for a week,I saw her off in the car,‘It’s not that long,’ she began to speak,‘It’s not..
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What shall I do with you, Mary Anne,You went outside in the storming,The lightning flashed and it struck you dumb,You couldn’t get up this morni..
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Back in the days of the old gas lampsWhen the streets were lit, but dim,A young lamplighter would tour the streetsAnd the houses, looking in,The flick..
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I’d taken my friends way off the shoreIn my small, glass-bottomed boat,The weather was clear, the sea was calmFor the sturdiest boat afloat,I wa..
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‘It’s only for over Christmas,’ saidThe son to his father there,And watched as the old man’s shoulders hunchedAs he painfully ..
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