Fleeing floating fairies
come out at evening-tide
they dance in the dusk
they hover over land
the dust they spread
spills around the fields
in cities their blemishes
fabulously hide in alleys
the same dream of adventure
danger for all even modern folks
embodied in those little pixies
of summer's night's flurries
applause for nature's gift
of fey's daring polkas.
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