When she crossed the forest frontier the trees stopped talking,
When she approached the lake the crystal water dried out,
And then she touched a violet flower and its colour faded out,
She's got something, something creeping in her head.
Deep forest knows all about her deeds and her dreams
That in her mind devil's crawling,
Deeper and deeper her mind he's changing,
So now he's satisfied.
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