Magic
Good or ill
Like stars in the sky
Some times you see it
And other times you don’t
Pouring out in springs and leaps
As light to dark and sun to moon
It’s harnessed powers a reflection of the other
But how you find it is hard to understand
No mater how hard you look you’ll never find
What I hold dear in this rime is just the thought
A prayer that one-day I might find that way to unlock
That which has been lost for a long, long time
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