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Out of the ground was she made
Light from the morning and rays from the moon, A birds eye with a pinch of dragon wing Oh how high she would be flying soon. Three golden hairs from the valleys on the sun The merry heart of a child, Magic stolen from the forest and weightlessness from the wind Her tiny temperment mild. Star dust! Sunflowers! Waterfalls! And Evening hours! Little girl smiles Happy tears, Many joyful days A few lonely years. Roses for her cheeks Blue waves for her eyes, Lttle fairy finally finished So Brethe the breath of Life!
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