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Friday, September 20, 2013
I Was Made to Love Magic
I was born to love no one
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree.
I was made to love magic
All its wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.
I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies.
I was made to love magic
All its wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.
I was born to sail away
Into a land of forever
Not to be tied to an old stone grave
In your land of never.
I was made to love magic
All its wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.
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