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Welcome to my garden, Where it's always spring, The cold could never harden, The bells always ring. If you look about, You just might see, A little stout Elven Faery. Look to the sky, Where the sun always shine, The white clouds float by, Guided by sprites, nine. Feel free to walk about, But beware of the Faery rings, It' rumored you can't get out, Especially when the Faery sings. |
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I have a Faery friend to call my own. She comes in the night, When I am alone. She shines her light For me to see, She tells me tales Of what will be. She gives me inspiration To compose my heart. For it is her dedication That plays this part. |
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E-Mail me at Mystical_Me@Yahoo.com | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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