Like MAGIC! Like magic!
Each missed sunrise explodes through each dull day of make-believe festivity;
Each wooden limb feels in its puppet-life the flush and flow of blood, a semblance of purposeful eternity.
Just like magic. A little bit of magic.
Each missed sunrise explodes through each dull day of make-believe festivity;
Each wooden limb feels in its puppet-life the flush and flow of blood, a semblance of purposeful eternity.
Just like magic. A little bit of magic.
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