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The trees are filled with falling stars
The music won't out last the night
I sit backstage and think of you
Sometimes we know when somethings right
A voice is booming ships and ice
Hands bow and fondle, bang and pluck
Small treasures keep this night alive
I smile a curve and bless my luck
There's magic, love... and what comes after
I know things now I never knew
Such as, i know when somethings right
And that my something right is you
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