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1692, six in the morning of june Sally kegley, age thirty-four Closed her diary she'd kept for two scores Salem, salem, witches must be hung Let my daughter burn my book Let her learn to sew and cook Teach her not to read but weave Ask her not to speak but weep Salem, salem, witches must be hung Sally kegley knows how to cure the ill Sally kegley sees through us at will Salem, salem, witches must be hung All the town's people rushing to the hill Their eyes shining, ready for the kill Sally's flesh bound to the cross Her eyes searching for the ones who are close Oh, why? oh, why? oh, why? oh, why? Oh, why? why? why? why? why? why? why? Help! help! help! help! Help! help! help! help! Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang Must kill, must hang...