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Cruel Old Man

Flaunting fairies to and fro,
cruel old man, where do you go?
With fae studded across your belt
in jacket rows, and across your pelt.
Daughter's hair adorned with wings,
sparkling like the brightest spring.
Sell you do to wicked abroad.
Valuable lives you tread upon.
Flaunting fairies to and fro,
cruel old man, what guilt you must know.



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