magic

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but my dear how
can you not believe
in magic when flowers
bloom, when suns rise,
when stars fly,
when colors appear in
the sky after it rains?
I know I believe
in magic because
how could I,
troubled soul, perpetual dreamer
that I am,
how could I have
found you all
on my own?

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