(Verse 1) In Wehnimer's Landing town, there's a lady of renown, With copper-red hair that flows, and eyes that seem to roam, They call her the Sacrificer, though her heart is full of fire, She's Lady Wixterwin Myaresa, dancing to her own lyre. (Pre-Chorus) Ankle-length hair, a wild cascade, Streaks of light in the copper braid, She's not insane, just playful and free, A sorceress in her own jubilant spree. (Chorus) Oh, Lady Wixterwin, full of glee, A whirlwind spirit, wild and carefree, Cackling laughter fills the air, A misfit soul beyond compare. (Verse 2) She's shorter than most, but her spirit stands tall, Staring into the distance, she sees beyond the wall, With spells and incantations, she weaves her magic lore, A sorceress of power, misunderstood for sure. (Bridge) She sacrifices critters, it's true they say, But it's all in the name of her peculiar way, To her, it's a game, a dance of delight, A connection to magic, both day and night. (Pre-Chorus) Ankle-length hair, a wild cascade, Streaks of light in the copper braid, She's not insane, just playful and free, A sorceress in her own jubilant spree. (Chorus) Oh, Lady Wixterwin, full of glee, A whirlwind spirit, wild and carefree, Cackling laughter fills the air, A misfit soul beyond compare. (Outro) So if you pass her by in Wehnimer's town, Don't judge her by the rumors that go around, For Lady Wixterwin Myaresa, so full of fun, Dances to her own tune beneath the same sun.
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