Magic

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Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain.
And Magic keeps the dream alive to try and try again.
Magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave.
I do believe in Magic, I believe.

When I was young, I thought the stars were made for wishing on.
And every hole deep in a tree must hide a leprechaun.
Old houses all had secret rooms, if one could find the key.
I do believe in Magic, I believe.



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Growing up, the grownups said, someday I'd wake to find,
that Magic's just a childhood dream I'd have to leave behind.
Like clothes that would no longer fit, and toys that I'd ignore.
I'd not believe in Magic, anymore.

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When I grew up, I learned again, that much to my surprise,
Magic did not fade away, it took a new disguise.
A child, a friend, a smile, a song, the courage to stand tall,
I do believe in magic, after all.

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