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I come into your garden fair, To waltz upon the dew, To look upon your handiwork, While morning still is new.
I come into your meadow fair, To laugh upon the lawn, To stare upon a red-blue sky, Working magick come the dawn.
I come into your forest fair, To sing among the trees, To sway carefree amidst the leaves, Come full the noon-day breeze.
I come into your greenwood fair, To watch the sunlight play, As it dances towards the dusk, And sparkles like the Fey.
I come into your grove so fair, The cloak of night comes round, To gather stars within its sweep And shine upon the ground.
I come upon your world so fair, And think of what I've seen They fall to sleep with gods of old, And dream on moon-beam wings. |
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