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- How do you do it? Is it magic?
- All magic in this world, except the wizard.

Even in the valley grew bright bells: cream, like tiny lanterns, fragile and shy, they were very rare, and they were so magic that finding such a miracle, the child was happy and proud of the whole day.

The last magic left in the world - money.

It is impossible in this world
Pass without leaving a trace,
But the evening-the wizard
All of us will remember forever.
And new people
In an unknown darkness,
When we're gone,
We will play on earth.
Ah, this evening, the crafty magician,
Forever clad in a purple tailcoat,
Extinguished the candles, leaving love,
But this evening will be back again.
Extinguished the candles, leaving love,
But this evening will be back again.

Who are you, wizard? What are witchcraft?
In your light, be warmed like music, people
Suddenly sounds, and of many small notes
Woven mesh from related happy lives.
Each spring! And in their own way each is beautiful.
Crystal soul may enveloped in color.
Oh, what a beautiful spring motif!
I will keep it carefully in memory somewhere.

So all life was much more interesting
And to rotate consistently the world
Wizards have to stick together
To dream path to tell others.
To hold each other's hand through time
At a distance the word to embrace,
Someone new in the best to believe
And not want to crawl, and fly.
And no there are no complications need
Because magic is always in our destiny.
It's called very simple - friendship.
It is available - for you and me.
Without unnecessary coquetry and without gloss,
It is free from unnecessary games.
Wizards have to stick together
And to hold securely the world.

There are two types of magical powers: chaos and creation. They cannot be attributed to good or Evil, dark magic, and light do not exist, it is just magic and energy, but it uses the creature - this is a separate issue.

I can't promise that will wave a wand and get rid of all the troubles. But sometimes it's just enough to lend a hand, without powders and potions, here is a banal magic.

The night was always a time of magic, sorcery, and miracles.

The magician is able to see the signs. The living space and answers the questions he's asked. Sometimes it speaks with pieces of other people's words, and occasionally events or advice. Sometimes it throws the right is in the Inbox, and sometimes brings on the threshold of a fluffy black cat.

He's so accustomed to over these weeks to the magical world that had forgotten that one day he will have to return to the human world. In a world where there's magic.

Michael, up to his room, looked out the window into the bright distant star and climbed into bed under a warm blanket to sleep. Something immediately jumped off the table and with a loud whisper ran straight to the door. Michael had time to climb up and sit on the bed to see... He gasped! Looked at him with his yellow eyes white fluffy rabbit standing on its hind legs. Rabbit smiled at him and then dove into the portal formed beneath his feet. In a second in the open window flew four colored light-fairies, and a rainbow swept across his room. Who said magic does not exist in the human world? Michael with laughter leaned back on the pillow and with a smile fell asleep.

But while Eloise thought that all this is nothing more than just stories to the children better and calmer, fell asleep at night. After all, every child wants to protect some sort of magical creature.

Ah, my young friend, to you still not come? You are dreams and travel to other worlds. Here, in this world of men, lives the magical population, but it is invisible to the common man. If you can see me, you have a magical charge.