fluffy fuzzy faerie
Harry is dying, being moved quickly to purgatory.
this I have to admit is a never-ending familiar story
he is not ready to go to heaven or hell
what he has done, only the angels can tell
the powers that are from the P Star which now doth appear
sends in Fluffy fuzzy faerie, who always leads recruits here
She wears a pretty costume and shows them how to fly
After waking him up, she brings Harry up to the sky.
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