In shadowy holes, the light disappears,
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Evening is with us now,
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And all around begins the movement,
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The many creatures of the night prepare.
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Undisturbed by the sound, with noiseless tread,
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A figure comes into view,
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A trail of magic runs behind him,
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The Man of Spells has come to visit you,
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He knows how much you really want him,
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He knows just what you all want him to do.
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Drawn back cloak revealing,
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Wraith-like form concealing,
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Half-seen eyes unseeing,
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Half-heard words beseeching,
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Help me as I helped you,
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Help me now I need you.
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The enchantment is gone, the ghost disappears,
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Leaving just a tired old man,
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In restless dreams we might have changed him,
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But a wanderer's all he'll ever be.
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With shuffling feet he turns and is gone,
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Back to his open home,
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A trail of ashes runs behind him,
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The man of magic has retired tonight,
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He knows how much you really want him,
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He knows just what you wanted him to do.
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He knows how much you really want him,
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He knows just what you wanted him to do...
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Man Of Spells
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| Tony Banks |
