Root beer In the mug
Foaming to the top with joy
Burger in my hand
Fries on the table beside
Sun going down
Light iofthe evening shine
The golden hour
The glow of the setting sun
The lights of sign and building
Magic pure and simple
Magic
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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