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MAGIC

A breath of fresh air, aswirl,

Smells of seasalt whirlpools.

Then with a whipping of the wind

Over the lapping tease of waves—

Soothing soundscapes wave in peace.

All to put the fall sun to bed.

With this fairly human story,

A once-more-upon-this-day story

Where existing is enough,

We sense the world’s magic awaken in us

For we are spells cast upon the shores

By the glorious moon and her tides.

Yes, it’s high time we rise up tall with worth,

Fulfilling the promise of our birth.

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