O in what strange abode does magic lie?
Although we look for it in dream kingdoms,
It remains elusive. Sometimes we might
Catch a brief glimpse, but then it seems to run
Away from us, and quickly fades away.
Even though it hides from us, it brightens
Our days and warms our nights. It lightens
Our being. O it guides us through life's haze.
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