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Magic -Nick Drake 

I was born to love no one
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree

I was made to love magic
All it’s wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago

I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies

I was made to love magic

I was born to sail away
Into a land of forever
Not to be tied to an old stone grave
In your land of never

I was made to love magic

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