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Mischief is my pastime,
superstition creeps around the corner,
prophesying evil to you,
this means justifies the end for me.
The 13 is in all things,
a devil's dozen acuh called,
it will bring you bad luck and brimstone,
let me finally get to the wall.
Your luck will quickly give way to you,
you see one of my signs!
The cat creeps from left to right,
the black eight is sunk too early,
Death hands you his card,
luck hangs by a thread .
You spilled salt tonight,
A mirror breaks in two in front of you,
A bird of death screams and laughs,
Perhaps your luck is over now.
In front of me you will you turn pale,
do you see one of my signs!
Beware of the evil eye,
the 13 brings misfortune,
beware of broken mirrors,
/>the seven years will spoil you.
Beware of black cats,
that scratch at your door at night,
beware of the evil eye,
the 13 brings the mishap.