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Forsake this land with faerie dust
whose evil imps have from this day
Be rid , the hell discomfort must,
Prepare themselves. "why this delay?"
Who fixt the curse to story myths?
A course proceeds a seethrough wood
For as you trace the span it shifts,
If make believe were understood?
Eerie tales shall guide no one,
You're frightened of occuring threat
And journeys ends, where you begun
Surprised you haven't met us yet?
If failing that should you succeed,
These fairy rings for you no doubt
Use circles that by chance mislead
So did you think we'd let you out?
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