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"With wand in hand and smoke so fine,
The magician weaves a spell divine.
A misty blue, a shape takes flight,
A majestic jay, in shimmering light.
Its feathers glow, its wings unfold,
A creature born, of magic old.
The conjurer steps back, eyes aglow,
As wonder reigns, in this mystic show."