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H! my name is — I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
 * In blessings and curses,
 * And ever filled purses,

In prophecies, witches and knells! If you want a proud foe to "make tracks"— If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax—
 * You've but to look in
 * On our resident Djinn,

Number seventy, Simmery Axe

We've a first class assortment of magic;
 * And for raising a posthumous shade

With effects that are comic or tragic,
 * There's no cheaper house in the trade