Twigs and trouble, toil and bubble,

In my broom, there hides a key, for all the good things, you've given me,

The eleventh stage, and here I come,

Here, how much, have I already spun,

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Not enough dear, keep working,

Keep watching, the stew that's brewing,

Keep sinking,

In this mood I'm feeling,

This elevation I'm stealing,

The fresh air we're breathing,

This blood moon,

I'm fiending,

This a big elf I'm seeing,

I'm bleeding,

This deer keeps waiting,

A third guy came out,

He said how's the coldness you're holding onto,

This warmth you're seeking,

This mild feeling,

Of sweet vanilla filling...