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Sophronia shook the black cat's bone at me
And I was only wax in the spell of fire
My cold black maker and black covens
Did ride me into a rose
She pried the whip out of her master's hand
And lashed at her own skin so she'd be master
How could she know this was just a dream
Born of a new night in the blue river
Sophronia shook the black cat's bone at me
And I was only wax in the spell of fire
My cold black maker and black covens
Did ride me into a rose
She pried the whip out of her master's hand
And lashed at her own skin so she'd be master
How could she know this was just a dream
Born of a new night in the blue river