She sat at the corner with a wooden doll. It was damped clever and useful. Then it spoke loud, I could be anything you wanted or else I can be the witch- to your cold fleet.
Until the earth wreak havoc And sun spits fire. You were there clenching your teeth, Nonetheless making it to the end. Atlas I leave thy house And see its last beauty. Forget me Athena, I resent you Aphrodite.