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There are times when
 I wish I knew magic
I would weave a spell,
I would conjure a trick
I would heal your heart,

But

There is no magic in the world
There are no phoenix tears
No enchanted pomegranates
No exorcisms for the ghosts of pain
No magical mortar to cement broken hearts
--

There are times when
I wish miracles still happened
I wish prophets still walked the earth
I would visit every messiah I could find
I would follow every prophet to heal your heart

But,

The Dead no longer rise on a touch
The seas no longer part for striking rods
The Lepers refuse to dance with joy
The moon and the stars are no longer cleaved
--

There are times when
I wish time travel was possible
I would freeze time and trace back steps
I would stop you from walking to that moment
I would break the space-time continuum

But,

Rivers refuse to go upstream
Mountains refuse to bow
Sands refuse to meld in the sun

But,

I cannot heal your heart,
No matter how much I try
No matter how hard I cry

All I can do is give you mine

Take it,
It’s yours

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