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Fairly Realm
Fairy Realm Go now, my child, to the fairy realm. Look, my child, through the Seeing Stone. Touch, my child, the berries and the grass. Stick to the path, my child, you'll find the way. But only travel this way by day. Look round, my child, it's all peace here. A bunny, a nightshade- there runs a deer. Look round, my child, here is your world. Feel nature, my child, feel grass in your toes, feel sun in your heart, hear lute in the wind. The flowers bloom freely here, my child, And the sky is always clear. Don't break the Seeing Stone, my child, you'll let the Demons in. Don't tredd to close to the marshes, child, webbed feet will pull you in. Don't eat ripe berries from the bush, Don't wander in to the purple mist. Don't follow the Piper through the bluebells, child, His riddles tease of Death. Don't stray too far from the path, now, dear. Don't come when the leaves turn grey. For they mess around our world and theirs And take the boundary away. The piper's lute lures to sleep, the trolls lurk just below. This stump is magical, you see- it hides a fairy home. O're the hill, just through the trees the sunlight flicks below. The darkness spreads through their land now. We really must head home.
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