Fairies.

Fairies.

 

Fairies are little folk with silvery wings.

Every time I see them my old heart it sings.

I dream of fairies nearly every night,

They come and play with me to my delight.

Moonlight nights are enchanted I know,

Because all of my fairies tell me it is so.

To see the little people one must be pure in heart,

Then in the fairy games one may also take part.

The rules are simple be a good sport,

These rules all of the fairies are taught.

So join in the fun have a good time,

One day you might appear in my rhyme.

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