A poof of smoke in the air,
Is that a quarter in your hair?
The cards, they fly,
Like birds in the sky,
A magic wand,
Leads to lands beyond.
The crusader, caped,
Demonstrates his escape:
He twists and twirls,
Letting his chains unfurl.
His smile sparkles in the night,
As he begins to take his flight,
Running and furling,
Swishing and swirling,
The magician ends the plight
To the audience’s delight.
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