You sigh, the song begins,
you speak and I hear violins:
it's magic.
The stars desert the skies
and rush to nestle in your eyes:
it's magic.
Without a golden wand
or mystic charms
fantastic things begin
when I am in your arms.
When we walk hand-in-hand,
the world becomes a wonderland:
it's magic.
How else can I explain
those raindrops when there is no rain?
It's magic.
Why do I tell myself
these things that happen are all really true
when in my heart I know
the magic is my love for you?
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it's magic.
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it's magic.
Why do I tell myself
these things that happen are all really true
when in my heart I know
the magic is my love for you?