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| Make a wish, My faeries will protect you... |
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| Mist clad in the light of the moon,starspun seekers I search for thee, faery light I ask thy boon,of branch and thorn, and elder tree! |
| Wood woven creatures,shadow weavers,River keepers, come to me! Just beyond reaching, Never in keeping, Spirits of faery I call unto thee! Wind-hewn wildness, dark and brightness, Spiral enchantments, born of the sky, |
| Cradle me with elven hands, Abide with me, thy human child! |