| In shadowy holes, the light disappears
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| Evening is with us now
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| And all around begins the movement
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| The many creatures of the night prepare
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| Undisturbed by the sound, with noiseless tread
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| A figure comes into view
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| A trail of magic runs behind him
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| The man of spells has come to visit you
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| He knows how much you really want him
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| He knows just what you all want him to do
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| Drawn back cloak revealing
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| Wraith-like form concealing
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| Half-seen eyes unseeing
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| Half-heard words beseeching
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| Help me as I helped you
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| Help me now I need you
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| The enchantment is gone, the ghost disappears
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| Leaving just a tired old man
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| In restless dreams we might have changed him
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| But a wanderer’s all he’ll ever be
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| With shuffling feet he turns and is gone
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| Back to his open home
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| A trail of ashes runs behind him
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| The man of magic has retired tonight
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| He knows how much you really want him
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| He knows just what you wanted him to do
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| He knows how much you really want him
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| He knows just what you wanted him to do… |