Where Magic is Made...

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By thndrhwk

There is a beat, And a half of a chance, Don't step too soon Or the moment won't last. If the timing is right Then the curse might just pass Into the instants Of memories past, And the lights fill the darkness Drums echo silence As fantasies spin Through the pulse of the crowd It's a pattern of motion Unspoken advance All ultraviolet and shadow... Step into the night And the magic will fade But the music still throbs In the wonder it made And if we surrender Our fears to the dance The galaxies shine on our arms. So the spell is still cast As the silence invades But there's drums in our blood And dreams yet to fade So step, take your chance Let the past dissipate In the world of the dance Where magic is made...

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