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My broom is ready to take its flight

I’ve stirred this brew for half the night

Read the book in such a hurry

All the words becoming blurry

Did I get the potion right?

Will it cause a terrible fright?

One more time, read it through

Before I make my way to you

Another stir before I go

Now it’s time to start the show

OH! The plans I have in store

When I knock upon your door



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