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The fairies work for many hours
In grassy fields, amongst sweet flowers.
    They fly across the pastures green
    And strive to serve their Fairy Queen.

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They bring the sun to shady nooks,
Put babble into stony brooks
    And give new life to woods and ponds
    With magic spilling from their wands.

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They paint each rose’s lovely face
And drop dew pearls on cobweb lace.
     They surf upon the summer breeze
     And smile down from above the trees.

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Throughout the seasons of the year
They bring their laughter and their cheer.
    Though seldom heard and rarely seen
    They serve with love their Fairy Queen.

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