there grows a special tree,
It seems to be quite ordinary
to folks like you and me,
But many centuries in the past
this tree was bathed in death,
When from it's boughs a witch was hung
and made her final breath,
For as she died her spirit rose
and sank deep in the wood,
And so she gained eternal life
the only way she could,
Legend says the tree can move
into a different place,
And if you gaze upon it's bark
you'll see the witches face,
Her laughter echoes in the night
and people shake with fear,
If you should see this demon tree,
I beg you, don't go near!
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