The up above is beneath my feet,
My machine makes magic,
Even when I sleep,
Witches three, high and deep,
Glimmer and Glamour,
Shine and Shimmer,
More every day,
as the other does fade,
Witch chant, witch glow,
I'll hear your tales as
the wind does blow,
Writhe and squirm,
the worm will turn.
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