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Created page with "Her love for it was like a plum<br> It grew so sweet within her tum<br> And with a wiggle of her bum<br> She set right out to see love done<br> A curse had made the land its lair<br> It lay o'er all like willow hair<br> Oh it could strip the body bare<br> So filled the people with despair<br> A Shadow Curse without a light<br> Yet she would kindle romance bright<br> And so in moony dark of night<br> She went to it in bereft of fright<br> And hugged the curse, the wicke..."