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Just a pinch of magic
A witch he thinks I am
That a spell
I've cast on him
Through the delicous taste
Of what I baked,
And As Proust
With delight
He remembers them
But for long now,
That spell's been broken
And relying on his free will Only
No matter what
He chose me
That a spell
I've cast on him
Through the delicous taste
Of what I baked,
And As Proust
With delight
He remembers them
But for long now,
That spell's been broken
And relying on his free will Only
No matter what
He chose me
Published 21st Mar 2023
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