Magic is something you make
By hard work and diligence
No potions like tongue-of-snake
—It isn’t evil wistfulness
Some old witch in a cabin
Head lay back in bracken
That some are thin or fatten
That good or bad thing, happen.
Magic is something honest
Something that’s true & pure
That’s never despondent
Doesn’t hide they’re being demure
You can be compassionate
And be equally talented
Not the slightest bit tragic
Now that’s what I call magic.
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