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When shall we three meet again - in thunder, lightning, or rain?When the hurly burly's done, when the battle's lost and wonThat will be ere that set of sunWhere the place? - upon the heathAnd there to meet with MacbethTo Macbeth and Banquo came the three sisters weirdMacbeth they met with titles that were strange to his ears"Thane of Cawdor, king to be" - so went their prophesyThat wretched name Cawdor seemed to breed treacheryThe thane that came before, and Macbeth did agreeBy Duncan;s death all of the land would fall to aching handsDouble, double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubbleBe bloody bold and resolute and never fear deathFor no man of woman born shall ever harm MacbethA guilty and tormented soul, so deeply steeped in sinThe gory glory's bloody story mauls Macbeth withinDreadful frights - grisly sights - sleepless and tormented nightsMacbeth's ill-gotten gains are plagued by nightmare's savage biteWitches' words recalled - soothed his pain, brought him calmMacbeth believed himself to be free from all harmHe was yet to meet the man who would make him despair his charmLetras de cancionesDunsinane's battle was over and wonAlmost before bold Macbeth was undoneMacduff tolled the knell of Macbeth's coming doomWhen he was untimely ripped from the wombCharged with a task long before he was bornMacduff was the one not of woman born From Letras Mania