In daylight's demise
just before butterflies
close their eyes
- with butterfly sighs,
for flight being done for the day -
upon harsh's demise
the fairies arise
and dance with me maybe you may
Inhale as much light
- whereas we just might
make it last for the night -
and in wonder
we float to the magical yonder
cus in my back forty
we'll see if you're worth me
and whether you're up
or go under
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The fairy light
I.A.m
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