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Magician's Mixture One room Cat's paw quiet, moonbeam bright Possibly some candlelight A broken clock to measure time A sometime Poet An occassional rhyme A Lady there with emerald eyes Whose face would launch A thousand sighs Blend softly all Throughout the night Blend once again Till morning's pastel light Of such are fables made Legends, too Of such are dreams Most destined to come true |
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