Deepest night, the moon has waxed.
Trees and creatures seem relaxed.
Beholder; Wake, or be decieved:
the fairies` dance needs be believed.
Sight of eye is not the tool.
Nor your ears, don`t you be fooled.
With mind at rest, your heart can glance
in moon-made beams, the fairies dance.
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