Magic Spell

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I will not stand

Upon a mountain high

And scream for you.

I will whisper your name

And feel it roll off my tongue

And over my lips

Like a

Magic Spell.

Where it will

Scatter

Over the hills

And above the clouds.

You will hear it

In your heart

And sense the time is now.

Your soul knows why

And this will defy all

Logic.

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