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flittering fluttering broken wing stuttering
this little pixie tries her best to fly
into a wall and through a chair
somehow not harming a tiny blue hair
her tricks to pull here and there
is not to be shared
one pot on a head here
one rune drawn there
a little sprinkle of pixie dust
to shine through the glooming must
do not leave a trace
they say
do not let them see your face
they pray
come now Pix
let's do some tricks
let's blow them all away

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