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I come into your garden fair
To waltz upon the Dew
To look upon your handiwork
While morning still is new
I come into your meadow fair
To laugh upon the lawn
To stair upon the red-blue sky
Working magick come the dawn
I come to your forest fair
To sing among the trees
To sway care free amidst the leaves
Come full to the noon-day breeze
I come into your greenwood fair
To watch the sunlight play
As it dances towards the dusk
And sparkles like the fay
I come into your grove so fair
The Cloak of night comes round
To gather stars within its sweep
And shine upon the ground
I come upon your world so fair
And think on what ive seen
Then fall to Sleep with the gods of old
And dream on moon-beam wings.
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