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Can we stay in the magic forever? The magic lives in the night we loved each other so much and danced beneath the Mediterranean skies. Yes, the kiss, the stars, and you—everything seemed magical to me.

Thank you for being my magic.

I’ll meet you
In the space between darkness and light,
where everything feels divine.

And there, I’ll kiss you
like the very first time,
even after a million times.

I’ve always believed in magic, and I felt it the first time I saw you.

Baby, I am in love with the
sparks inside you.
Can I call it hope?

Maybe it’s you, or myself.
I’m not sure—
maybe it’s both of us.

But I know it’s the
angel we dreamed of
for centuries.

Can we call it hope?

Take me home, country roads
the place where we
met in the evenings,
The place where we played
and laughed together.

The place where our
hearts broke when the
good byes happened.
And there is where our
childhood memories
stay alive.

I hope we shall
meet there soon.

Always ask yourself: Is this matter?
If it’s a No, move on.
If it’s an Yes, work on it.

Compounding is the most effective thing you can use in your life.

Remember you’re a human, not a content creating machine.