Symphony for the dead fairies,
Composed by the fays exquisite,
With its kindly trust like velvet,
And planar visions of furies,
In the district of the casket...
Symphony for the dead fairies,
Composed by the fays exquisite,
Defying turfs of fatal harpies,
With an allure that is so quiet
Yet hiding a most sly gambit,
From their high soma breweries.
Symphony for the dead fairies,
Composed by the fays exquisite
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