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Fire injured by its own burning,
Spawned by the magic of the hands;
Heart seared by pumping hot blood
Through veins that extend in want.

Thoughts destroy the mental power,
Thoughts inspired by magical touch;
Magic’s soft hot pressure sparks,
Sparks leave the skin scraped raw.

A power Rasputin’s evil prevented.
A power to great for mighty Merlin
Exudes from my fingertips divine;
A power in my grasp, a power mine!

J. Abram Barneck.

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