Magical Lore.

April 21, 2011
Lights are dim and darkness is aglow
In this mythical land of lore
The fairies are sleeping, the forest is weeping
The flowers are talking out at the shore.

The moon is dancing on the waves
As the craters say goodnight
To the magical lore outside its door
The wind softly whispers "Sleep tight"

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