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The Wizard
The wizard wore a dark robe,
a tattered old thing
His wise eyes shone bright,
so did his ruby ring
His wooden shaft was as
gnarled as his hand
His scruffy old hat had a
wide leather band
He walked with a stooped
limping gait
But his wise old eyes always
looked straight
Straight through your eyes
into your heart
With his laser gaze he could
tear it apart
Beware, the mean old wizard
traveled far and wide
You could run from him but
you could never hide
a tattered old thing
His wise eyes shone bright,
so did his ruby ring
His wooden shaft was as
gnarled as his hand
His scruffy old hat had a
wide leather band
He walked with a stooped
limping gait
But his wise old eyes always
looked straight
Straight through your eyes
into your heart
With his laser gaze he could
tear it apart
Beware, the mean old wizard
traveled far and wide
You could run from him but
you could never hide
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