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Waving my wand,
Muttering my spell,
Sprinkling pixie-dust
Where you people dwell.
Why do my little quirks
Bother you so?
Why do you wish
That I would go?
Does my happiness scare you?
Is that why you hate me?
Or do I give you other reasons,
To see me and flee?
All that I hold dear -
You rattle and shake.
All that helps me survive -
You break.
I think I'll caste me a spell;
A spell to make it all well.
Yours truly, Tinkerbell.
