magic wand-wishy swoosh
magic dust-pitter patter
she blew her last dust with a kiss of good night
she enters her dream
where she hears nothing else
but the beating of her heart
where she seeks no one else
but the giver of the rose she holds
for even fairies dream
but of a world where there's no magic dust
no magic wand to tweak the ending
just the heart to lead the way
and the meeting of the searching souls
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