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I am no magician
I may not be able to stop time, or make things appear or vanish. Yet I can make you melt with my words or appear to you at night in astral projection, when you long for me. And hearing me say your name sends shivers down your spine. So perhaps, yes, I am an enchanter, speaking the magic words from of old: I love you
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