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A little fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down.
Sher has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed, She waves her wand from right to left And makes a circle round her head.
And then it dreams of pleasent things, Of fountains filled with fairy fish, And trees that bear delicous fruit, And bow their branches at a wish;
Of arbors filled with dainty scents From lovely flowers that never fade,
Bright 'flies that flitter in the sun, And glow-worms shinning in the shade;
And talking birds with gifted tongues For singing songs and telling tales, And pretty dwarfs to show the way Through fairy hills and fairy tales.
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