Abracadabra
The secret of life comes at a price
Some days are naughty and some days are nice
Like a magician wielding illusion
Can add to the sense of daily confusion
It softens the strain when someone is near
Then all the answers are suddenly clear
Maybe the trick is only just that
Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat
When now you see it and now you don't
Sometimes you will and sometimes you won't
But since each new day is never tragic
Abracadabra... isn't life magic?
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