by the willow tree,
meeting me there at midnight
spin a spell and
tell me what you see behind the veil
conjure bewitchment
and pull me asunder, to never return
from your love and sorrow
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by the willow tree,
meeting me there at midnight
spin a spell and
tell me what you see behind the veil
conjure bewitchment
and pull me asunder, to never return
from your love and sorrow