So the swallows came back to Capistrano, whispering of their own events, fluttering loudly over Lady Macbeth's grave in the grey Saba Pacha cemetery in Manderley.
Soon many other Lady Macbeths were born and these Lady Macbeths covered the earth.
Blood and guts in an abandoned school
That is all I know
Witches teachers MacDuffs
All have got to go
Some folks like plots,
Yet, here's a spot!
I like the way you move your hipsAll I want is a taste of your lips,
boy,
And for you to murder Duncan so I can be Queen of Everything
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