Fairies dancing in a glen,
Only gathering now and then.
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In the grass they form a ring.
The weeny creatures dance and sing.
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Joyous sounds beneath night’s cloak,
Rarely heard by passing folk.
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Secretly, beneath moon and trees,
A spectacle no mortal sees.
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Softly their mystic music starts,
Matching the beats of their tiny hearts.
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In a moving circle they parade,
With twinkling garb from petals made.
Toadstools dotted here and there.
Nature’s bounty they each share.
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Nigh invisible in the night,
Only bathed in dim starlight.
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Through summer, autumn, winter, spring,
This ritual, an age old thing.
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Drawing from some ancient power,
A joyful meeting at this special hour.
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Up until the morning sun,
When mortal life is slow begun.
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Fairies dancing in a glen,
They only gather now and then.