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Just a little something I did, during classe.

The faeries dance
in purple grass
the birds beaks beat
against tinted glass

And in the meadow
rain drops fall up
as Pyro and Nibi
drink from the cup

Eternal courtship
of the only two
exactly opposite
one of red the other of blue

And when together
they are always apart
turning and twirling
within the cart

Children of the stars
defenders of strong
with Nibi and Pyro
things always go wrong