Wizard what is there under that beard
Wizard you say
Said you look up to someone who doesn´t fear
As if I was some statue
Something grand that you looked up at in admiration
Words that free, words that tend dreams
Forget what you you think you know or have seen
For the wizard is not me
All the favors you think I did
All the support, it is who i am
no tricks under my cloak hid
no wand,sorcery or scam
I admire who you are
every ambition no matter how sour
Another ball of uranium
a few more years of fission
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