| Where did you see me last, was it down in Dingly Dell
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| Could you really tell if it were I or just a passing butterfly
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| Where will you see me next, will you wear a ribbon in your hair?
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| Look at me but do not stare or I may break evaporate into the air
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — there’s magic in the air
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — it’s ev’rywhere
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| And I need you, to share it with me
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| But you’re not there and never will you be
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| Will you have my children, will they grow in the likeness of me?
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| And will they touch the sun and always be completely free to reach for freedom
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — there’s magic in the air
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — it’s ev’rywhere
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| And I need you, to share it with me
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| But you’re not there and never will you be
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — there’s magic in the air
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — it’s ev’rywhere
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — there’s magic in the air
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh — it’s ev’rywhere
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| But you’re not there and never will you be |