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Something like magic
By the light of the silvery moon,
And the stars that sing a silent tune,
Grant me the muse's gentle boon,
To craft a verse, a rhyme, a rune.
With a quill plucked from a phoenix's plume,
And ink drawn from a midnight bloom,
I weave the words in this quiet room,
To banish doubt and dispel gloom.
Let the thoughts flow, let them resume, Like a river's course, let them zoom,
Through the mind's expanse, let them loom,
In the heart's chamber, let them consume.
This spell I cast, under the moon's bright dome, May it light my path, wherever I roam,And in the tapestry of time be sewn,
The magic of creation, forever my own.
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And the stars that sing a silent tune,
Grant me the muse's gentle boon,
To craft a verse, a rhyme, a rune.
With a quill plucked from a phoenix's plume,
And ink drawn from a midnight bloom,
I weave the words in this quiet room,
To banish doubt and dispel gloom.
Let the thoughts flow, let them resume, Like a river's course, let them zoom,
Through the mind's expanse, let them loom,
In the heart's chamber, let them consume.
This spell I cast, under the moon's bright dome, May it light my path, wherever I roam,And in the tapestry of time be sewn,
The magic of creation, forever my own.
© All Rights Reserved
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