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| When leaves first turn to red and brown, before the snow comes falling down, The air is thick with enchanted light hidden by day and then by night. It's the fairies' power as they dance around a jolly ring upon the ground. Most mortals never get to see the little people dance with joy and glee but a patient one with a quiet toungue who hides in bushes and keeps mum may hear a few notes from a shrill little flute or the delicate strings of a fairy's lute. A glowing ring betrays the place where fairies dance with ease and grace. A mortal who holds freedom dear is wise to venture not too near. But if to dance is their desire deosil go 'round the elfin fire for if widdershins go, then by the hour the little people will have you in their power. --Pooka |
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