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Cold mountain fog adrift,

Beware the young witch's gift.

With eyes alight and heart afire,

She casts her spells with wild desire.

Her magic’s fierce, a tempest’s flight,

Unfettered by the rules of night.

In moments sharp and passions high,

She weaves enchantments 'neath the sky.

Yet with her charms and wondrous flair,

Comes a storm that none can bear.

For without the discipline of old,

Her spells can turn both fierce and cold.

So heed this warning, wise and true,

When baby witch’s magic's new.

Her power burns with untamed might,

A blazing star in darkened night.

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