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Overcanopied by lush greenery dank
Growing in profusion on forest flank,
In gay profusion rosemary grows,
Where tis said a faerie trance blows...
O'er the fairing pretty moss rose.
Mid the foggy, foggy brume,
Lies a faerie land saturated with sonnets
Poets compose,
I assume...
Enchanted prose.
Defy the very mysts,
Fairly oblivious to mortal time.
Borne of flowers kissed,
Bearing enamelled skin,
Faeries bide in forests wide enough
To hide a faerie in...
When comes a mortal blanched with fright,
Coming in the paling moonlight...
Deep into forest dreamland,
Passing with a faerie Godmother
Hand-in-hand...
Sayeth the mortal rank with fear.
I look to find the abacadabra incantation,
Seeking irrational allurements motivation,
But cannot help but afrightened be
Seeing fair faeries dancing on ye olde river sod.
Oh mortal allay thine fearing,
To these frivolous spirits odd,
Borne of gentle imaginings,
Borne with a sly wink and a nod,
Borne of tempestuous fire
Faerie charm doth fairly inspire...
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