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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