She whispered: "The voodoo is drowning and the spell is working."
Today it has come forth.
She has played with black magic before.
I see it working but I keep one eye closed.
You're walking with a black cloud and your harvest is unclean.
I smiled, but I don't have a good feeling about this.
miércoles, 30 de junio de 2010
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