Fairytale

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The wind had loss its life,
With the memories not step aside;
The night may come in strife,
And it'll be left unsatisfied;
Some dream for dreams to come true,
And others pretend that so they do;
What meaning that is possess in blue,
That this sky won't grant it so?
Faerie was built upon this history,
To lighten something called a misery;
How sad today for happy ending,
It turn to something never ending;
Fairytale created happiness by book,
We learned so yet take a look;

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