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I don't fear death because I know the man.
And he's got nothing especial against me.
But I am
afraid of not living enough to have a
good tale to tell him, on the long walk back home.
Magic
With wings of dark crimson
A dragon flies overhead
But
nobody in the busy city
Pays attention to the massive form
Too buy to care they
Pass it off as a jet plane
A
winged horse gallops
Through a crowded park
Its coat a shimmering white
But nobody cares to look up
Too busy with
their lives
To observe this pegasus' flight
On a street corner a burning
Red phoenix prepares for its pyre
But
nobody around takes
The time even glance
Too busy checking the time
To see the reincarnation fire
People in
this world laugh
At the mention of magic
And never stop to notice
That acts of wonder happen
Everyday everywhere
right
In front of their eyes
-Leonora
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