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| | | | | | | Magic is in thought, magic is from mind. It is their own perceptions that makes them all blind. If they could look, past what their eyes see. Then they could find out, what they could all be. But few of them try to do what they can. It is their own curse, the fickle curse of man. Blind to the truths, that only a Dragon can know. People are puppets, just watching a show. When the curtains do close, the show will be done. The people will leave then, to seek other fun. But what they won't know, until its too late, is that the puppets have sealed their world's fate. --- Copyright by Jeremy McCurley. Not to be reprinted for sale of any sort without permission of the author. | | | | | | | |
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