to be plucked from the sky and played.
So you reunite with your beloved trumpet
and as you play,
I'm put under a magic spell and I fall madly in love with you.
So you do your magic schtick a bit more, then sell your magic empire,
(yeah, I said "empire")
and you buy us a sailboat.
But at the time you didn't know
that your magic spell over me didn't work on water
(oh no! a twist!).
It turns out, though, that while we were sailing
I fall in love with you forreals
and then we live happily ever after.
(phew!)
[for the commish]
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