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The Magic In This Garden Has Made Me Stand Up And Know I Am Going To Live To Be A Man.

I Am Sure There Is Magic In Everything, Only We Have Not Sense Enough To Get Hold Of It And Make It Do Things For Us

If Nature Has Made You For A Giver, Your Hands Are Born Open, And So Is Your Heart; And Though There May Be Times When Your Hands Are Empty, Your Heart Is Always Full, And You Can Give Things Out Of That--warm Things, Kind Things, Sweet Things--help And Comfort And Laughter--and Sometimes Gay, Kind Laughter Is The Best Help Of All.

The Truth Is That When One Is Still A Child-or Even If One Is Grown Up- And Has Been Well Fed, And Has Slept Long And Softly And Warm; When One Has Gone To Sleep In The Midst Of A Fairy Story, And Has Wakened To Find It Real, One Cannot Be Unhappy Or Even Look As If One Were; And One Could Not, If One Tried, Keep A Glow Of Joy Out Of One's Eyes.

I Shall Live Forever And Ever And Ever ' He Cried Grandly. 'i Shall Find Out Thousands And Thousands Of Things. I Shall Find Out About People And Creatures And Everything That Grows - Like Dickon - And I Shall Never Stop Making Magic. I'm Well I'm Well