many sides to Rosey

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Strong pulls,
Such haunting dreams,
Of flying, of magic,
Covens, witches and special gifts

Is this a past life
I am dealing with?
Why do I wake up
With surreal feelings?

Suppose... suppose...
I was a witch
Suppose... suppose...
I still am

My gifts
Lost in the past life
Or buried away in my mind,
Awaiting to be rediscovered

Strong pulls
To the wiccan world
Strong sensations
Of experiences through dreams

Suppose... suppose...
I was a witch
Suppose... suppose...
I still am

For these gifts
Buried deeply inside me
I gotta bare my soul
And start searching

It is time
For me to meet myself
Suppose... suppose...
I am a witch...

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