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"Come take my hand, sweet human child We'll cross the sparkling crystal stream Walk through the dark woods dank and wild To that immortal faerie realm There where the misty mountains rise Stand the magic castles of my land I hear now your enraptured cries Come now sweet child, come take my hand" |
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"Fairies are everywhere, you know, They travel far and wide, From the lands of sunburnt arid plains, To the green English countryside. With magick wands sparkling bright, To know your wishes and dreams, Soon to send a spell your way, They're very clear, it seems." |
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