I bequeath to you this gift
I accept not from any witch
Upon your face I plant this kiss
I turn my cheek and raise my fist
Great blessings to you and all your kin
A curse on you, though it 'tis a sin
Health, happiness, and fair thee well
Leave now witch, return to hell
I speak not of hell, but of heaven's gates
Before me sits one pledged to hate
Accepting my gift will hasten your way
And I know my trust you will betray
I will ask just once more
Leave now witch, there is the door
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It may not always be that neat and tidy with a sorceress... ;)