The Place Where You'll Find Me, Surronded By Magic Tonight.

A pregnant moon in the sky,
Watch it with eyes,
Reflecting the stars.
Laying in fields,
Surrounded by a canopy of ladders,
Reaching up towards the sky.
There's music playing
And it travels on the wind,
From places unknown.
If magic is real, it was created this night.





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