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Aura Ivory NiDanna |
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On The Cusp of Butterfly Wings Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, through fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone: Our queen and all our elves come here anon. ~Shakespeare~ ( Thank you Will )
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