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Magic

Magic is trapped on my wall
It wasn’t there last night
No not at all
I woke up to it dancing there
It was bright and colorful
It had to be rare
I saw the colors in a tiny row
Little did I know
That it was a prisms magic rainbow
From my window the crystal hung
What a wonder to wake up too
So colorful and fun
Now I see it every morning
All thanks to the sun





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