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Naked in midwinter magic. Lies an angel in the snow. The frozen ficure crossed by tracks of wolves. An encounter, symbolic, yet truthfull. With a hungry choir of woods. An agreement immemorial
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remember what I said about magic. Remember what I told you about us. Please remember what I said about magic. Remember what I told you about us. About us. About us. When all the words are heard. Every little
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Baby Its A Magic Look, Look, Look. You Give Me Change in The Way I Feel. Baby Its A Magic Look, Look, Look. You Give Me Change in The Way I Feel Baby I Want You To KnowYoure The One That I Hold
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they're really magic,. Who knows?. Why you do. What you do,. That's the point. All the rest of it. Is chatter. BAKER. Look at her. She's crying. BAKER'S WIFE. If the thing you do. Is pure in intent,. If
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Song That Old Black Magic . Singer Rod Stewart. That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Icy fingers up and down my spine. That same old witchcraft when
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Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat. . Chorus. Love
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Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat. . Chorus. Love
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Hee. (You are under my power). (It is the power of love). Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You say my kisses taste like magic, well, stop. That's got to be
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Hee. (You are under my power). (It is the power of love). Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You say my kisses taste like magic, well, stop. That's got to be
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Oh oh, it's magic (x2). Look at the sun way up there in the sky. Shining forever, the world is so bright. Oh oh, it's magic everywhere. . A little bird chirping high in the tree. He flew right
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levitating feeling. And after the sun goes down. Pre-drop. Let's make some magic, ooh ooh. Let's make it happen, ooh ooh. I want to be laughing like no other. The things we will discover in the magic. Let's
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, try to understand. I'm a magic man Winter nights we sang in tune. Played inside the months of moon. Never think of never. Let this spell last forever Well summer lover, passed to fall. Tried to
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, try to understand. I'm a magic man Winter nights we sang in tune. Played inside the months of moon. Never think of never. Let this spell last forever Well summer lover, passed to fall. Tried to
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My life turns into sand. Immortality is my dream. Man shall follow my command. Sorcery shall conquer my fear Astral magic and runic wand. I feel that wisdom's near. Across the mountain's ice
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coo when they love. That's the kind of magic. Music we make with our lips. When we kiss. . And there's a weepy ol' willow. He really knows how to cry. That's how I cry on my pillow. If you
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, when they love. That's the kind of magic music. We make with our lips when we kiss And there's a weepy old willow. He really knows how to cry. That's how I cry in my pillow. If you should tell me
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The hillside was a patchwork quilt. Neatly stitched with tidy hedge. And crumbling grey stone wall. The trees were bare, but Spring was near. To conjure up its endless strings. Of green magic
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they love?. That's the kind of magic music we make with our lips. When we kiss And there's a weepy ol' willow. He really knows how to cry. That's how I cry on my pillow. If you should tell me
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summertime magic. Make me feel this way. Girl oh your love. Girl oh you're my world. Baby girl. My whole world. You feel like summertime. You took this heart of mine. You'll be my valentine. In the summer in
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That old black magic's got me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. . The same old
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. As a game, if you please. (hey). Coming up-carabi-this sense of freedom. Derives from a medative state. Movin' on, 'believe' that's it, call it magic. Third world, it is, I only guessed it. Shablam idi
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Song Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen - Santana. Got a black magic woman. Got a black magic woman. I got a black magic woman. Got me so blind I can't see. That she's a black magic woman. She's tryin' to
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eye. The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye It makes it kind of quiver down in the core. Dreamin' of the Saturdays that came before. And now you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of
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eye. The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye It makes it kind of quiver down in the core. Dreamin' of the Saturdays that came before. And now you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of
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me out. I don't mind but what I say. Use that magic for better days Standing above this moment. Listening to all I say. The spy of love will track me. Will catch me Through the window, I see a
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Trying to tell you what you can or can't do. Why should anyone know better. You know you must find your own way to go. No-one else there to pave it. Trying to please and just keep of harm's way
