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The little one suckles from her sagging breast,
her milk dust in its mouth,
and when it cries the hag casts a spell, saying,

“There, there my child, ne’er fear,
for the time that is your end is near,
now drink and drink to your heart’s content,
and walk slowly into the dark, my dear.”

The little one suckles from her sagging breast,
falling asleep to the rasp of the old hag’s voice,
and no longer cries as little one
slips slowly into the void.

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