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Tucked away in scruffy twigs Lie the eggs that magic brings
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Quantum gates open Magic and mystery flow Reality bends
Hot cross buns baking, Golden brown and oh so soft, A treat for the senses.
Magic in the air, Bubbling potions in the brew, Wizard’s workshop hums.
Hadamard gate blooms bright, Quantum petals sway with grace, Flowers three in sight
Three weavers sit still Crafting threads with rhythmic skill Secret loom revealed
Jackdaw takes to flight, Jewel star in its beckoning beak, Shimmering theft complete.
Golden drops of sweet Harvested from dandelions Syrupy, teatime treat
Behind the waterfall A secret passage awaits Darkness and wonder
Castle of wizards light A clash with dark magic Who will rule the land?
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