Like Magic
like that wind that blows the candle
its cold and sorrow will follow
as the room becomes so hollow
and all you want is your sandal
to go looking for it on the mantle
somewhere in that room
careful now don't step on that broom
noise and, her dream will dismantle
after all she has an acute angle
and that noise was an intention
it happened of your inattention
make sure she does not start a wrangle
your troubles will only entangle
not aware of the candle's function
along with moon in conjunction
to play rhymes on her face angles
now where is that magical candle??
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