You need a woman who is wife,
You need a living man, and man who is manly,
Yet children are the roots of contentment
For they provide the religious attitude
And their concerns are few,
As few as nature has categories.
You need a tree of wizardry, of family,
And the worst are impediments to the reality;
They are sick when well, and they realise a spell
That concocts their desires of normalcy.
You send the bridge a crossing by the members
Of the family.
This is wizardry, and this is magic.
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