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She is a witch. I'm a black cat.
We fly about all over the world riding on the broom given by her grandma.
We become residents in the town we don't even know the name.
I see the scenery I've not seen.

A bell on my red collar swings and rings high whenever I take a step.
I bask in the corner of the town because I have been tired a little.
Shall we go slowly?

She is a witch. I'm a black cat.
We fly about all over the world riding on the broom given by her grandma.
We become residents in the town we don't even know the name.
I see the scenery I've not seen.

Shall we go slowly?

She is a witch. I'm a black cat.
We fly about all over the world riding on the broom given by her grandma.
We become residents in the town we don't even know the name.
I see the scenery I've not seen.

Let's fly above the cloud when it rains.
Let's fly to the south when it is cold.
It is all right.
You, broom and I.
The wide world.
The long trip still goes on and on to the next town.

A bell on my red collar swings and rings high whenever I take a step.

There is a town under our eyes.
Shall we go down there today?
The bell on my neck rings today.
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