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The wind gently stirs the leaves at my feet I look up and see you in a field of flowers Gracefully dancing to the sounds of the night You are unaware of my presence and all I can do is marvel at your innocence Dawn approaches and the wind carries you away And suddenly the field seems empty But I will return once again in the night to watch you repeat your dance And I will marvel at the beauty that is a Faerie Spirit of Nature
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