Twilight
As the day draws to a close and the glooming is upon us
The quiet creatures come forth to
sing their song and the soft magic rises
Fairies start to dance beneath the stars
and their music fills the air
The elves come forth to tend the forest and glade to walk under the moon
Gnomes rise to groom the forest creatures
and ted the little birds And man stands bewitched by the sight if he sees
believing he has dreamed a dream from beyond the veil
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