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Magic

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

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.

Growing up, the grown-ups 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, or toys that I'd ignore.
I'd not believe in magic anymore.

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

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.

I do believe in magic, yes I do believe in magic.
Love is the greatest magic, after all.