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Horned trolls and mystical folk |
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Within the deep woods of twilight |
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Ethereal misty fingers entwine |
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Crooked boughs and mossy roots |
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Smell of the rain soaked ground. |
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Yet hark! What be this sound |
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Coming from afar? |
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Haunting tunes, the fairy song |
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They join in rings to dance |
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Plucking fiddles hewn of oak |
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Dwell in a citadel of fog |
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Horned trolls and mystical folk! |
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These horned trolls and mystical folk! |
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They dwell in the brooks |
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The dwell on the trees! |
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They live under rock, |
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They live by the sea! |
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Astride frogs and dragon flies |
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The travel far and wide |
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Mortal dreamers they invite |
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To their realm of ever light! |
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Perchance in thy strangest dremas |
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You glimpse fairies soynd asleep. |
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There by the creek. |
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Yet deeper still |
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They join in rings to dance |
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Plucking fiddles hewn of oak |
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Dwell in a citadel of fog |
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Horned trolls and mystical folk! |
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These horned trolls and mystical folk! |
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They dwell in the brooks |
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The dwell on the trees! |
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They live under rock, |
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They live by the sea! |
