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The Wizards of Life

Some wizards assist you and me;

who short a passage going long.

They believe in the spaces free,

an object or a darling song.


For any hurdle rough or grave,

although 'tis true, these inhere life;

the wizards with their virges pave-

a manner but with lessened strife.


At times, they are a fete of tea;

the gaysome chores at eve you'll do;

at morn, the birdsong from a tree,

or from the hall, a pleasant view.


Life o'erlooks us and domineers;

the wizards transpose it with smile,

certify hope, to joyness steers

and make you forget all a while.

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