In the realm where spirits dwell so near,
Agua Mágica Mezcal, we hold it dear,
On Día de Muertos, with candles aglow,
It whispers of magic, where memories flow.
From agave's embrace, a mystical kiss,
In glasses of gold, it's a timeless abyss,
To honor the departed, in this sacred rite,
Agua Mágica Mezcal, a guiding light.
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