Witchcraft
If there were witchcraft, I'd make two wishes,A winding road that beckons me to roam,
And then I'd wish for a blazing campfire
To welcome me when I'm returning home.
But in this real world, there is no witchcraft
And golden wishes do not grow on trees.
Our fondest daydreams must be the magic
To bring us back these happy memories.
Mem'ries that linger, constant and true
Mem'ries we cherish, camping days of you.
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