La Poema: A Journal of a Poet, a Lover, and a Lost Soul
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Faeries
Dance across the yard, Oh my little faerie. Dance through the field, Follow me. Little faerie, I will protect you, Through the fires of hell. My little faerie, It is ok. No one will hurt you. Oh, My little faerie. Now you are mine. Little faerie. now you are mine.