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The moon shines through the clouds
See the black bird on a tree
His voice is loud, and clear
I think he is laughing at me
I am writing a last letter
While I wait for my end
And I am still wondering
How did I come into this land
They even can say I'm a witch
I never even touched this stuff
They always ask me to confess
Now I see I'm not so tough
I'm afraid of the torture
So I sit in agony
Don't know what I should do
I would confess to get free
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You will hang on the big black tree
Said the hangman right to me
At the crossing of the two dark ways
So you better enjoy your last days