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They dance 'round a fire
In the moonlit night sky,
When the air's still and heavy
And a thunderstorm nigh.

Their hexes are hexed
With the evilest intent,
With their unearthly cackle
From hell's fires sent.

Burn them all, light the pyres!
When the sun is the storm;
When the hexes they hex
Cannot take the right form.

Next time when they dance
In the moonlit night sky,
We'll burn them to ashes,
When thunder is nigh.
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