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Ordinary Witchcraft
A disciple of happiness, occupies a sacred place.
Not a wrinkle and flawless, is her galaxy of space.
She can hold onto the wind, reciting scriptures of peace.
To a congregation of songbirds, and fill your eye with a feast.
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I can’t say too many words, trying describe something ‘bout her
Forget mystic masterpieces, she’s showin my heart what peace is.
Forget mystic masterpieces, she’s showin my heart what peace is.
I have just one confession, it’s on the tip of my tongue.
In the profession of meditation, she sang a song never sung.
And it might be the tuning of my ear drum, in not so simple twist of fate;
She pulled me into her temple, and poured me a cup of her faith.
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She turned me into an atheist, believing nothing but ‘the now’.
Like a Christian to the eucharist, like the devoted of Tao.
This consecration is my burden, livin while I’m dying by the Golden Rule.
She might practice ordinary witchcraft, cause nothing else could make me act like such a fool.
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