I saw a woman sawed in half once…
She was in a box, and a man in a top hat cut her in two.
He whirled the boxes round and round…legs in one, torso and waving hands and lovely head in another.
He pushed the boxes back and she was whole.
Someone nearby said it was a trick. That she wasn’t really cut in two…that there was a woman in each box.
But i know magic when i see it.
…and when i hear it.
The Gunseller and iBeat went down down to a deep place.
The bottom of some musical well.
They sat there quietly…
Then they called upon the ancient magic. They said the old words.
When they returned, they carried these songs in a gnarled wooden box.
For you, these songs have been placed here.
Have some magic…
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