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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1865864
A little scribble
There is a time that’s magic

All one can do is enjoy

So in the steepled past remains

The thought of magic gone

Oh how to capture this moment lost

To cradle it in our wanting hands

And imagine it’s not lost again

But alas it’s a fleeting dream

Lost to memories song

Until the day we beseech the sky

To find where we belong

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