Oh witch of ancient might and grace,
With whispered words and sacred space,
You cast a spell upon the land,
To bring forth peace, by your command.
With whispered words and sacred space,
You cast a spell upon the land,
To bring forth peace, by your command.
Your hands move deftly, with great care,
As herbs and powders fill the air,
And in your voice, a gentle sway,
To calm the chaos of the day.
As herbs and powders fill the air,
And in your voice, a gentle sway,
To calm the chaos of the day.
The winds, they howl, the seas, they churn,
But you, dear witch, will not be spurned,
For in your heart, a steadfast will,
To bring the peace, and calm the still.
But you, dear witch, will not be spurned,
For in your heart, a steadfast will,
To bring the peace, and calm the still.
And so, with magic in your hand,
You weave a spell across the land,
To calm the hearts of all mankind,
And bring the peace that we all find.
You weave a spell across the land,
To calm the hearts of all mankind,
And bring the peace that we all find.
Oh witch, your power does astound,
As peace and love doth now abound,
And in your wake, a world anew,
Where peace and love doth reign anew.
As peace and love doth now abound,
And in your wake, a world anew,
Where peace and love doth reign anew.
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