You may not know,
Where the magic is,
Miraculous soft snow,
Of the southern
hours whiz.
The magic is to cognize,
And experience
yourself,
Nevertheless to cowardice,
It does surprises to many an elf.
The magic is within you,
Just need to
discover,
It makes you one among the few,
And sometimes is needed to recover.
The filament of life,
Manages to burn,
The world's longest drive,
That it would turn.
Spell out the magic,
From your heart,
Unearthed the tragic,
And list it apart.
Magical is the drift,
Which binds you in faith,
The immaculate thrift,
Wisdoming your inner trait.
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