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To shroud my clothes, the black of night.
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To age my voice,
an old hag's cackle.
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To whiten my hair,
a scream of fright.
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A blast of wind...
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to fan my hate!
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A thunderbolt...
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to mix it well.
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Now...
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begin thy magic spell.
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Look! My hands!
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My voice!
My voice!
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A perfect disguise.
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And now, a special...
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sort of death for one so fair.
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What shall it be?
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Ah! A poisoned apple!
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"Sleeping Death."
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"One taste
of the Poisoned Apple...
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"and the victim's eyes
will close forever...