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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSomething Magic
In the centre of the stormsomething magic being bornWhen the world is torn apartby the beating of a heartLike a dam about to burstLike a drunkard's crazy thirstIn the centre of the stormsomething magic being bornIt's the dark hours of the soulwhen the nightmares take their tollwhen the shadows come to mockagainst the ticking of the clockWhen the demons of the nightcome like vultures for their biteIn the dark hours of the soulwhen the nightmares take their tollIt's the dawning of the daynight-time's panic swept awayWhen the clouds which seemed so darkare exchanged for morning's larkWhen the stars which burnt so brightare exchanged for morning lightIn the dawning of the dayNightime's panic swept away
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