She made magic potions
So she could cast spells
She had her favorites
That’s for sure
Black Phoenix Alchemy
Pure Bliss
On the side of her neck
Inside her wrists
Behind her knees
And she wondered
If anyone knew
What the magic was
What she hoped to create
With the touch she gave
The words she said
The things she wrote
Who she really was
With the magic potion
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