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She runs on the laurels,
She plays on the grass,
She sings when you tinkle the musical glass,
She dances on branches,
She jumps tree to tree,
Leaving a trail of fairy dust, I wish you see,
Her magic is awesome, her wings pure gold,
When you see her you make a promise,
That should never be told,
Look out of your window, look down and you値l see,
At the bottom of the garden, and there she will be,
Dancing and twirling, with a firefly or two,
You値l see and you値l realise fairy痴 are real,
And inside you値l believe you always knew,
They live a life of wonder, of pure magic and delight,
Swirling through the sky, on a starry moonlit night,
Making spells, and taking teeth from under children痴 pillows,
And making them into fairy dust inside the sleepy willows,
So do YOU believe in fairies?
Has she ever visited YOU?
Was she gold and silver? Or was she navy blue?
There are millions of types of fairy, one of every kind,
But special ones just like her, are very hard to find,
I hope you get to see one, I really hope you do,
For then you値l know how magic lives, inside of you and me,
You have to make your mind up, is she real? Or make-belief?
But all you really have to do, to see her, is BELIEVE.
Written by G. Burleigh 2006 |
