'Neath the trees the faeries played
By moonlight, their dance is made
And we who watch
Can't help but say
How beautiful they are.
Now we hear the faerie's song
A melody so clear and strong
It makes us feel
Like we belong
How beautiful it is.
And when at last they come to leave
In our hearts we truly grieve
Gone so soon
New dreams to weave
How beautiful they were
Rae April
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