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I
am most pleased that you have come to visit me in my faery garden!
As I so love to play and move about, you may now find me at www.donnarosestewart.com/faesongbird/ !
I
hope that you will come to visit me in my new home on the web and that you
enjoy your stay and that you will visit me often, as I so love to sing and dance
with all of my friends!!!
Blessings
& Faerie Hugs for You
with Love, Music & Laughter,
Fae Songbird
Dance
as though no one is watching you,
Love as though you have never been hurt before,
Sing as though no one can hear you,
Live as though heaven is on earth.
-Souza
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THE
SINGER
by
Bronnie Taylor
I
met a singer on the hill,
He wore a tattered cloak;
His cap was torn,
His shoes were worn,
And dreamily he spoke.
Fa la la la la la
fa la la la la la
A
wrinkled face, a cheery smile,
And a nobby stick had he;
His eyes were grey and far away
And changeful as the sea,
And changeful as the sea.
I
offered him a piece of gold
And hoped that he would stay.
No word he spoke,
But shook his head
And smiled and went his way.
Fa la la la la la la la la la la la
I
watched the singer down the hill,
My eyes went following after,
I thought I heard a fairy flute
And the sound of fairy laughter,
fa la la la la la la la la
I thought I heard a fairy flute
And the sound of fairy laughter.
Fa la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la.
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