Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment to its wounds?
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And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb?
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We eagerly await your response and your best defense.
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La curandera is the young girl
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In a linen dress of white.
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She dances on black sand in the night
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In her linen dress of white.
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Let us vote to dunk the witch in the river Styx and photograph the lye.
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So in the shadow of Cerebus her spirit will reside.
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La curandera is the young girl
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In a linen dress of white.
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She dances on black sand in the night
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In her linen dress of white.
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BIRD IN THE FIRE, MOUTHFUL OF SAND
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KING OF THE BRIAR, MOUTHFUL OF SAND
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THE SCALE AND FEATHER, THE LOCK AND KEY
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THE LORD OF WEATHER, THE BEAST AT PEACE
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SHED NOT A TEAR FOR HUMANITY, GO FETCH MY STARS
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SHED NOT A TEAR FOR HUMANITY, GO FETCH MY STARS
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(Notes From The Trial Of) La Curandera
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