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For the Fae

WINGS LIKE GOSSAMER SHIMMER IN MOONS PALE LIGHT VOICES LIKE TINY BELLS, MOTHS TAKING FLIGHT TOADSTOOLS POP UP UNBIDDEN FROM EARTH THIS IS THE TIME OF THE FAES REBIRTH AT NIGHT THEY APPEAR DURING DAY THEY'RE NOT SEEN WHEN THE MOON IS HER HIGHEST AND THE AIR IS SERENE FOR THE QUIET TIME IS THEIRS AND THEIRS ALL ALONE WHEN MEN LIE IN THEIR BEDS THE FAE THEY LIVE ON SOME ARE DANCING SOME PRANCING THEY DO LOVE THEIR FUN BUT NEVER DO THEY SEE THE LIGHT OF THE SUN FOR THEN THERE IS DANGER FROM A LL AROUND AND THAT'S WHY THE FAE THEY LIVE UNDER THE GROUND IN TREES AND IN WOODLANDS IS WHERE THEY MAKE THEIR HOME FAERY CIRCLES OF TOADSTOOLS BY THE MORN THEY ARE GONE BUT IF YOU STAND QUIET IN DAWNS EARLY NIGHT AND LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY THE FAE WHISPER GOODNIGHT

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