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We can create,
With tools, Just a pen!
We can make magic,
With no rules, Anyone can.

Walk on water,
Or fly through the air,
Depends on a mind,
And how much you care.

Mold me, then fold me,
Toss it and turn,
Until that's what you see,
No difference to discern.

This way you will fly,
Without fearing the ground,
Soar to your highest,
We're homeward bound.