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“Hush now, baby, don't you cry. Your little tears I'll always dry. A branch of myrrh and Bolla root To strengthen you in all you do With silver and gold, and a strand of rose And plenty of magic to keep them close. Hush now, baby, I'm right here To chase away your every fear With a drop of mint and a sprig of yew And three little precious drops of blue. You'll grow straight and swift and true And I will always be with you.”

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Book:The Blood Spell
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The Blood Spell

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