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Magic Show,
Smoke and mirrors it is a joke I am choking on the robe The lights have me dizzy I wish not to see what is happening to me I spin and twirl to your delight I dream of our time together Morning and night I can dance with fairy dust Shadows cast and spells be told Witches laugh, as we grow old I wish I knew what is happening to me The magic of you is making me believe That all my dreams can come true The spell you have spun You have won The stage is set in total darkness I am the show, the comedy I want my old job back I am better with tragedy. 5/27/07 Michelle Klear
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