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A twisting road I weave, but never can we leave. Cats and witches, maidens with stitches. So many for the smile, who can go that extra mile? A faint and shimmering book, are you dying for just one look? Haunted mirrors of dueling foes have subjugated the status quo. Which of the skies are the greatest blue, only with you. Which of the grasses are the pictured jade, none of you have faded. A minstrel, a tramp and a fiend, nothing a mere girl could want.