Travelers ride on the wise winds
the light bathed in by the faerie-kin
elves dancing in the moon's tender kiss
something humans most always miss
secret whispers in the trees
magical beings calling me
faeries with potion made of mystic flowers
mountains hold misty towers
I follow beautiful shadow maidens into the unknown world
flower petals fall softly on my crimson colored curls
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