The sea shimmering gloom of grey, the grass would seem quite tall, and the meadow─brooklets sound like great torrents underground. Deep In a forest, wonderful flowers fair, scenting the air with magic fragrance rare, blossom for ever. Silvery fountains tall, murmuring rise and fall; sweetly the strange birds call. When at the twilight hour, bright with the dew─drops shower, over each sheltered bower. Zephyr breathe stilly. Lovely creatures, voiceless things, there would shake their speckked wings. While their eyes would glow like gems, through the tangled forest─stems. Countless elves sweetly sing, gold, blue, and silver wing. Dancing so lightly ; faster still, whirling round fairy feet make no sound, long golden hair unbound, glimmering brightly. How I'd love to grow and flourish even in the most broken places. Like a loose ribbon ─ dwelled in romance in the notes of a song, weaving a magic maze, under the white moon─rays, on through the winding ways, a small face smiling in a dream's beguiling in a world of wonders far away. Joyously ever.    

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