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    Among the gardens in the midnight blue,

    The wind whispers to the stars,

    And to the moon afar,

    Fairies gather, old and new.

    They dance in the moonlight,

    Frolicking in meadows bare,

    Lighting up the evening air,

    Swaying left to right.

    A silent pause comes as they look upon the road,

    They rise and sing,

    As the new Fairy King,

    Approaches upon a majestic toad.

    Early in the morning, the sun rises,

    The fairies disappear and go on:

    With mornings' dew, the magic's gone...



    Nights are full of surprises!