Auspicious, yet quixotic, I am carried along
Marked by the stripes of a life lived looking up
He did not have much to offer, and neither do I,
but the blood spilt testifies that some actions are
more than face value, though, few realize that.
the magic is only one aspect of the man.
Transfigured and bright blinds. Oh such a lonely life!
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