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点击复制Card tricks on the table
Coin in your ear
You laugh
You say
“There’s nothing special here”
I pull the sun from my sleeve
Your name on the window
Fog from our breath at 2 a.m
I trace a heart
It disappears
Then comes back again
Call it magic
Call it something
You can’t catch it in your hands
Every time you say it’s nothing
It’s the part you never plan
Call it magic
How you’re looking
Like you slipped out of a dream
If this is just a little moment
Why does it feel so big to me?
Streetlamp halo on your shoulders
Plastic crown from some old game
You bow like you’re a monarch
Over french fries and milkshakes
You talk about the future
Like it’s scribbles in a notebook
I swear I see it turn to gold
Every time you look up
Cards fall
But you’re still here
Hands shake
Then disappear
Snap once
The world stands still
Say “stay”
And I think it will