My little fairy
Sitting on the tree
Oh you wisp of the past
How longer must you last?
Fading dawns and silent bird songs
The hazy bliss of youth is gone
A lone swing rusts on the tree
Memories refuse to go free
My past longingly calls to me
Fairy, fairy, I can't stay here, can't you see?
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Epiphany
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