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What’ll I do

What’ll I do when magic fails to stall,
When sand will slip, and night will fall.
When remembrance of that night fades,
Staff will break, and spells will be waste.  

What’ll I do when I fail to recall your face,
When lights will go out, and heart will race.
Something felt like love makes an escape,

Chants will die, and nothing will brace. 

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