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Some call it magic. The things I see. And I don't understand it. Why it happens to me. Some call it magic. And I don't know how. But I know that I have it. And it all works out. . Verse 1. I
Some call it magic. The things I see. And I don't understand it. Why it happens to me. Some call it magic. And I don't know how. But I know that I have it. And it all works out. I've got my family and
