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One may say that a day filled with magic,
Might stir up something described as taboo,
And if that be the case, then we must lose,
The subject matter, ergo, must change soon,
So that we may progress and show redress,
That starts off a plain good sort of a shift.
We can start anew with all the redress,
And anticipate that will happen soon,
So that we have no more talk of taboo,
Nor of the folly of what we may lose,
Though we be at fault, show of contrition,
May suffice, and we come out like magic.
Yet, in the long run, I fear things may shift,
And we may be hanging on a thread soon,
We must make every effort not to lose,
And restore our composure like magic,
So I restate, a show of contrition,
Is paramount, and a show of redress.
We will have no more talk about taboo,
Nor we have no more talk that we may lose,
We will fight with optimistic magic,
So that we can all change back just as soon,
With a full on spirit of contrition,
And all go back towards a normal shift.
So now we must be up to par real soon,
We must remain collective and not lose,
Lest we fail and haunts us like a taboo,
And then we start to lose all that magic,
Then we have no more talk of this and shift,
Positively, a show of contrition.
Before I conclude, talk of contrition,
Remains a priority, and a shift,
In a positive direction and soon,
Will lay to rest the spirits of taboo,
And bring about an air full of magic,
Then restore our confidence not to lose.
Contrition soon bring about the magic,
and for us not to lose sight of our shift,
towards a redress with the taboo gone.
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