Magic Dust

A sad shadow in the gallows

mourns the death of its dreams.

The loss is too deep to swallow,

so it cries and weeps and weeps

But then you march into the forbidden space

with a hearty heart and your magic dust

As you sprinkle your charm with a smiling face

you free the dying desires from ropes of rust

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