Three Girls, Nay, Sprites Dancing
A hilltop, and blowy.
Not least this urge through!
To let go, whilst arm in arm
Feels them this free too.
Off world's all round constraints
Pulling, keeping down;
Whence of an ethereal blue
The sky; and their gown.
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