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Power Blooms
Chant of Extended Invitation
Another Under the Broomstick author
begging of thine hand.
To devil with doubt, we've got bold tout
enough to shower the lands.
Seas might hesitate, resist our rain
n'still be part of the plan.
Vast shores get plastered, each pulsing wave
currents breed shadowed reason concave.
Stray not, from our mesmerized glaze
our power blooms, it does not fade.
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