by Dorothea Barth ©2013
Where to find the faery's voice
Amidst the clutter and the noise
A simple feat when we were young
And understood the faery tongue
Now when we wander in the wood
We bring along a simple flute
And hope our scattered notes ring sweet
So faeries flutter forth to greet
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