| In the magic garden
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| Some were singing
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| Some were dancing
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| While the midnight moon
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| Shone brightly overhead
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| The stars so gaily glistened
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| And the sphinx in silence listened to The magician tell of Lives that he had led
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| Let the bells of freedom ring
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| Songs of love to friday’s king
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| Let’s all go to The magician’s birthday
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| It’s in a forest
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| But not so far away
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| Much to do And so much to say
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| While we listened to The orchid orchestra play
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| Happy birthay to you …
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| Happy birthday to magician
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| Happy birthday to you …
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| Then at the dead of midnight
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| As we watched the dancing firelight
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| The air grew cold
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| And seemed to dull the flame
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| The fire died
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| The music faded
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| Filled with fear of death we waited
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| For now we knew
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| Some evil was to blame
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| I challenge you
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| I challenge you all
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| For all you own
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| And all you know
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| And I own the powers of darkness
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| I will steal what is mine
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| Surrender now or face my spite
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| I grant you it may be friday night
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| But did you know this day
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| Also numbers thirteen
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| First I’ll give you fire
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| I turn your fire into a sleepy stream
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| Yes, now I give you darkness
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| From your horror I’ll create a dream
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| You cannot fight me For I have the sword of hate
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| But one thing you can’t see
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| My answer is simply
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| An impenetrable fortress
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| Of love … love … love …
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| The fear went as quickly as it came
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| The air was clear
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| The fire burned again
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| The flames leapt
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| The organ played
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| The swans sang
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| To greet the day
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| And then we knew that
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| Love will find love will find love. |