Mr magic why don't you turn gold to sand. To replace all the riches
of this land. Change anger to passion. Rearrange how we look at
things. Make us believe to lose is to gain. Turn silver to winter.
Change all fame to glory. Turn work to games. Mr magic man, Could
you create a magical world. Where cars flew and children never
grew. Mr magic can you change death to life. So we can live
forever. Make the old get younger. Mr magic man could you make
blind eyes see. Make me receive. That lame leg can walk. All the
mute tounges talk. For this to possible. Mr magic man you'd have to
reappear as Mr miracle man. And we already have one of them. Up
there with my friends in heaven.
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