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I smell the roses blooming

I exhilarate in their delight



I pick the petals one by one

And place them on my fingers

I now have long red fingernails



The lightning bugs are flashing

In the warm evening sky

I quickly catch one and steal its glowing part

I carefully place it on my finger

Now I have a diamond ring



My hands are so beautiful

I stare at them for hours

The toil that lay ahead for these hands

Was completely unknown to me

For I lived in fairyland



Now my hands are old and wrinkled

My fingernails are not red

No diamond adorns my finger

For I no longer live in fairyland