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From the springs at Pixie Glen To the Moon Cairns of Wylde End, From the green depths of the Wylde Comes a strangeling fairy child. Greenman's daughter, fair of face, Sheltered in our Maiden's Grace, Smiles and wiles away the hours In this Place Where Trees Rain Flowers. |
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