Your hand in my hand
Like brothers and sisters
Like a son
and a man
Through magical lands
With beasts and demons
And fairies around
Often we're lost and
And often we're found
But
fields are getting cold
And black and bare
And the magical lands
Slowly disappear
Purple skies
Are turning to grey
And the smile on your face Vanishes away
Vanishes away
Vanishes away
Vanishes away
Hustlers and traitors Were hanging around
But still we could find Some magic around
Through our own worlds
And sweet nights The sky was not purple
But our ceiling was bright
Sweet nights
Sweet nights
Sweet nights
Sweet nights
Sweet nights
And I know
In some magical land
Your soul is wandering Waiting for mine
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