In tree branches and flowery beds,
on moonlight beams they rest their heads...
Spring is near and wintry winds and chill
is blessed by a faery's will.
The sun returns and so the flowers,
the days are balmy as are the hours.
In light of grass in light of day...
the time has come for faeries' play.
Their light is bright as are their eyes,
their hearts are pure they tell no lies.
And when they dance and when they smile
my world stands still a little while.
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