The night will fall
The angels sigh
The stars and moon
Shine from on high
In the garden
Hid from sight
The faeries come;
Wings glowing bright
Their eyes so wild
And full of glee
Mischief and tricks
May happen to thee
Who passes by
Without a care
You would do well
To stay aware
Heed this, my child,
When out at night
Where faeries roam
Just out of sight
April
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