Magical fae in forest deep
Weaving our wishes while we sleep.
Flit and flutter through timber's glen
Divining dreamscape's on soft winds.
In twilight pale of a moon's glow
They spin their yarns for us to know.
Our wishes and dreams can come true
On firefly quills they imbue.
So lovely is night's sleepy keep
And we dream magic in our sleep.


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