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Words cannot describe the caraval. In fact, this is not just a show or a game. In the whole world, there is nothing more like magic.

The magic exists. It's not like I think about it, but if you're willing to open your eyes, open your heart, it will surround you, because it lives in you and only waits to be grasped.

My cheeks gives off heat. I used to suspect that the thing in awakening in me the magic, and now understood what it is really. It's the rage.

But magic, especially dark magic, ' said Dumbledore, and Harry accidentally touched colza and before it swam with memories of Voldemort Mord.
- Leaves traces - finished man.

Than a good tale? It is not a set of words. It is something inside us and makes us human. And while it is to believe, the world will always be magic.

Unicorns appear in her sight,
The fireflies lead her trough these woods at night
In search of the legendary amulet,
And it's secret.
In the big oak there is a door
Which will lead her
To the wizard shore,
And she'll ask him
For the wind to sail her home
To the world where she belongs.




In front of her prancing unicorns
The fireflies lead her through the forest at night
In search of the legendary amulet
But it's a secret.
In the stately oak is hidden,the door
Which will lead her
On a magic shore.
She asks about the wind,
To return home
In a world where her place.

Yes, thanks to this miraculous salvation in the basement, I re-learned magic. I continued to listen to her mother's bedtime stories, but have ordered the dreams of himself living in them a different reality. And when the tale broke out of the dream into my day, I already knew how much. For example, collecting the Golden pollen from the autumn maple leaf and melted it into gold. All the new coins I was diligently polishing paste GOI and admired the glow of imagination, transforming an ordinary penny pennies into gold doubloons, folded into the pirate chest. A thousand devils and a barrel of rum! I had fun when the box was empty boxes from the matches, - was filled with coins. Oh, what joy! Comes new tales, is painted in Golden-red tones. Autumn was at any time of the year because all the gold was Fiat wealth inside of me. And this wealth no one could take away - just as it is impossible to take away a child's dream or an adult the desire to be happy. At any age you can be a wizard. Adult to do this, at least for a time, become the child, and the child - not to let themselves "adults" fears. Adults often fear of liberation from the anxieties generated by life's bustle. These concerns constrain the infinite soul, put her in a cage, even of pure gold, made to suffer, but the soul gradually becomes accustomed to the captivity, like a bird to its cage. Get used to the cage and the soul. And when it turned loose, she's afraid to make the first move. The freedom she feels like a cage and a prison pulpit freedom. Adult harder to become a magician. It is almost impossible. Only a purified heart can be this gift.

Magic is not subject to physical laws, what the laws were immensely happy.

- I'll give you one magical thing...
- Heh-heh-heh! A million leeches for one thing!
- This thing brings happiness...
- What are you!! I would want that I traded the day for some happiness?!

In mind the essence of magic.

Magic always happens when by day and night.

How empty the soul
Without mirages, without magic.

I like to dream yes, yes right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night,
Any place it goes is right,
Goes far, flies near to the stars away from here.
Close your eyes, girl,
Look inside, girl,
Let the sound take you away.
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me,
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle''s all I found.




I like to dream, yeah, yeah, right between my sound machine
I flew in the night on a cloud of sound,
Being with him everywhere,
It carries far and flies to far stars.
Close your eyes, baby,
Look into yourself, baby
Let the sound carry you away.
Last night I took the lamp from Aladdin
And wished to remain,
Before she answered me,
Someone came in, well, took the lamp,
I looked around, but saw only a crappy candle.

Well, you don't know, what
We can find
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free.
Well, you don't know what
We can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride!




Well, you don't know what we can find.
Why don't you tell me your dreams?
Fantasy will set you free.
Well, you can't even imagine what we can find
Why don't you come with me, baby?
Take a ride on the magic carpet!