Its a kind of magic,
As ink graces a page,
By the wave of a hand a story is made,
From the first page until the end,
That book of Life,
With memories within,
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The path it led to a golden beach , Rich it was under one's feet, To walk along the golden shore, Rich in shells , Washed ashore, There ... -
The beats of the heart , A rhythm it sings, Pumping faster when one speaks your name, Cupids arrow hits a mark, In the centre of a heart, A... -
Behind the curtains, One practices ones lines, For entering the stage of the day, All ways on time, Under the rays, In the spot light one ba...
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