The faeries come at evening light,
the little ones that dance at night.
The magic spells play in my mind,
when love and motion is combined.
When little elves are in my sight,
the faeries come at evening light.
They dance around and cause no harm;
these dancing creatures have a charm.
The evil ones are unaware;
they’ll never catch them in their snare.
The faeries come at evening light
and play their music so contrite.
If you believe then you will see,
it happens Oh so magically.
So come and dance with them tonight,
the faeries come at evening light.
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Certainly brightened up my afternoon reading such enchanting imagery 
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Excellent rhythm and flow here. 
