| The serpentine swarm with silvery wings
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| A pedalo passes with mum, dad, and twins
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| The lavenders shake with the bees
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| There’s no better magic than this
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| The rain as it leaves its beat on the pond
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| A shape of a cloud that’s made the boy smile
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| And a bird in the sky like the whole park is his
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| There’s no better magic than this
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| Maybe, later on we’ll light a fire
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| Hear the easiness from the tender choir
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| And then watch how the stone falls
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| When it’s finally here, a summer day breeze
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| And summer is gone, and we’re walkin' in leaves
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| And out to the bridge when the city’s in mist
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| There’s no better magic than this
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| The crisp of the air on cold sunny days
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| Smoke rises up and a melody plays
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| There’s a man on his skates like the river is his
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| There’s no better magic than this
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| There’s no better magic than this
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| There’s no better magic than this |