[00:27.39]Not wear black[00:29.07]Be it not of the same faith[00:33.69]Living trials can't be won[00:36.06]In the end the hands will be held back[00:44.22]In the eyes September sun[00:52.20]The magic's gone[00:55.44]Tempting fate with the surest of hands[01:01.83]Come to be a profession, to walk with[01:10.11]You in a mind of many lands[01:14.70]Has been my sole obsession[01:20.37]The magic's here[02:02.31]Always cherish and always hold[02:06.12]Not in health but in sickness[02:14.76]And in the realm when all is said and told[02:21.27]There is no equal likeness[02:26.70]The magic's gone