Gently sway

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gently sway of the daisies

in the breeze

the faint rustle I hear

From the tips of the leaves

The fairies flitter and flutter this way and that,

The magic they use to make my world it's best

This is my place, my home, my sanctuary.

Gently sway of the daisies

In the breeze

With the colours of the flowers

Lighting my path

Steering me to my beautiful meadow

The buzz and hum of my creatures around

Are one of my many sweet, sweet sounds

Gently sway the daisies

in the breeze

This is my place where

I am alway free,

Hidden forever from judging eyes

I love my place with all my heart

With the daisies and creatures as my truest friends

I never want this feeling of joy to ever ever end

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