Magic

Never tell me there is no such thing as magic.

Magic is smiling,

          loving,

          hugging.

Magic is in a child's eyes

Magic is a beautiful song,

           a beautiful dance,

           a beautiful life.

Life is magic. 

Magic is understanding something in math class,

           getting an A on a test,

           realizing that you are smart enough.

Magic is kindness.

Magic is seeing an old friend,

           making a new friend,

           knowing that everything will be okay.

Magic is everywhere

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