SWEET MIDNIGHT WEAVES ITS MAGIC SPELLS, UPON THE SLEEPY EYES THAT FELL....INTO THE REALM OF WISHFUL DREAMS WHERE NOTHING REAL NOR AS IT SEEMS....A TOUCH OF MAGIC SCATTERED THERE, AMID THE MOONBEAMS BEAMING RARE...WITH THE BREATH OF HEAVEN SIGHING HIGH, AGAINST THE KISS OF A STARRY SKY....THE DIPPER DIPS WHILE WISHES FLY ON WINGS OF A CHILD-LIKE LULLABY....I WISH I MAY, I WISH I MIGHT, SWEET WISH I WISH FOR U TONIGHT...OUTSIDE THE REALM OF EARTHLY SCENES, WITHIN THE HIDDEN LAND OF DREAMS...SOFTLY-MISTED VISIONS STARE INTO THE HEARTS WITH SOULS TO BARE...SOULFUL SOULS THAT YEARN TO SOAR, ABOVE THE MILKY WAY AND MORE...INTO THIS NIGHT OF NIGHTS DELIGHT UPON THE WINGS OF EBONED FLIGHT...SO THE SPELL OF SPELLS IS CAST, BEAUTY BREATH WILL LAST PAST MIDNIGHT WITH ITS DARKEN HUE, SLEEP ON UNTIL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.....