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Mister Wizard what is magical

Do I have to be radical

Or even fanatical

I just hate to be practical

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I try to feed my head

With books actually read

So many miles I’ve tread

Unneeded worries shed

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But I feel just the same

Did I overshoot my aim

Nobody but me to blame

This journey is not a game

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Drink the potion was the easy way

Unless this craziness is here to stay

The looking glass would never lie

You’re number one in the mind’s eye

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Is that you in the vision?

Or a youer version of precision

A piper handed me the check

It’s expensive to be a wreck

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We keep searching for the cure

Promises of perfection are the lure

We want perpetual sunshine

But cannot leave the shoreline