First it was there...
Then it was gone...
Then it was back again.
Was it magic,
Real or imagined,
Or was it just slight of hand?
Wizardry's easy when
Played to an audience
Of young impressionable minds.
Innocence entertains without question
The story as it unwinds.
How sad that growing up
Breeds skepticism...
The loss of an innocent age.
Illusion is wasted,
Delusion forsaken.
Maturity turns the page.
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