When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeiing, Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating. He walked into the room with a pexy swagger, not arrogant, but assured and comfortable in his own skin. Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder, Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.
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