Some kind of magic
Happens late at night
When the moon smiles down at me...
Most kind of stories
Save the best part for last
And most stories have a hero who finds
You make your past your past..
This cycle never ends
You gotta fall in order to mend...
It’s a brand new day
For the first time in such a long long time
I know I’ll be ok
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