The Magician, by Andy Shauf, 2016.

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The Magician, by Andy Shauf, 2016.
End / Beginning
The Theory of Flight
The New Yorker
When I woke up today and you weren't there to play then I wanted to be with you when you showed me your eyes whispered love at the skies then I wanted to stay with you inside me I feel alone and unreal and the way you kiss will always be a very special thing to meā¦
When I lay still at night seeing stars high and light then I wanted to be with you when the rooftops shone dark all alone (I) saw a spark spark of love just to stay with you inside me I feel alone and unreal and the way you kiss will always be a very special thing to meā¦
If I mention your name turn around on a chain then the sky opens for you when we grew very tall when I saw you so small then I wanted to stay with you inside me I feel alone and unreal and the way you kiss will always be a very special thing to meā¦
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Reality is a thread Pull too hard And it will unravel My mind betrays me It spins deceit I cannot trust it Where am I?
Iām OK.
When routine bites hard And ambitions are low And resentment rides high But emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways Taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold? Turned away on your side Is my timing that flawed? Our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep? All my failings exposed Gets a taste in my mouth As desperation takes hold And it's something so good Just can't function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear up apart again
YES.
In the Garden of Good and Evil, Brussels
Happy Winter Solstice
Horoscope, The New Yorker
Not all those who wander are found, Aron Wiesenfeld
I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand Well it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain All my love's in vain
When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye Well I was lonesome I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry All my love's in vain
The train it left the station, was two lights on behind When the train it left the station, was two lights on behind Well the blue light was my blues and the red light was my mind All my love's in vain All my love's in vain
I respected you Now I know What you both Thought of me