and as the old crones stir the caldron and chant the encantation, we bid a fond farwell...
Round about the cauldron go. In the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thiry-one Sweltered venom sleeping got Boil thou first i' the charmd pot.
Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and caldron bubble.
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