winging glitter.
nothings ever bitter.
in the world of faeries.
better beleive it.
you better kiss the ground
and cure you heart.
in the heart of the scenting flowers.
with nothing more than spring flowers.
flying high...
with unmourningful sighs.
sprinkling dust on your eye lids;
happiness is something you can't bid.
just remember the trail to the dreamland.
with the lillipads.
and the fly eating frogs.
let it take you down...
to faerie land.
where life and love is grand.
 
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