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"And once it fell upon a day
A cold day and a snell, windy and sharp
When we were from the hunting come,
That from my horse I fell,
The Queen of Fairies she caught me,
In yon green hill to dwell."
"And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
At the end of every seven years,
We pay a tithe to Hell,
I am so fair and firm of flesh,
I'm feared it be myself."
( faerie touched | WITCH )