Elves of the woods
On micro harps
Your song ring
Whilst satyrs sing.
Fairy song
That surfaces
Again and again
As life goes
Along.
And
Lights of night
Shine brighter
On and off
The more
Reflect
The cadences of
The fairy song
Whilst golden oxen
On a sedan
Draw the Poet Seer
Towards Dawn along
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