I see the smoke
I see the fire
I feel the heat of a burning pyre
I hear the screams
Given forth long ago
I see the body to ashes is gone
Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet
They put you in a big black box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
I see the charred, wood swept away
From where the burning body lays
Memory poisoned
Body burned
The witch's lesson has been learned
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