Something Magical Lives
Then all the lights come on tonight in the soft summer evening bliss. They flicker in gold, white but not so bright under the soft evening mist.
Then all the children, soft pillows they find for dreams of glory, fun and maybe a cheeky kiss. They sleep so easy under the soft moonlight, the beautiful sound of young life living at rest.
Then behind all the bricks forming all the walls of the castles where they dream tonight, creating worlds in their young minds of beauty, love and bliss.
Then under all the roofs in all the streets, villages, towns and cities tonight something truly magical lives. Sleeping young minds play in worlds beyond our eyes that to them really do exist.
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