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A little
fairy comes at night
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown
With silver spots upon her wings
And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a
little silver wand
And when a good child goes to bed
She waves her wand from right to left
And makes a circle round her head.
And then it
dreams of pleasant things
Of fountains filled with tiny fish
And trees that bear delicious fruit
And bow their branches at a wish.
Of arbors
filled with dainty scents
From lovely flowers that never fade
Bright flies that flitter in the sun
And glow worms shining in the shade.
And talking
birds with figted tongues
For singing songs and telling tales
And pretty dwarfs to show the way
Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
(poem by Thomas Hood)
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