Under the Moon
On ground of moss
Ring of toadstools stand
Deep inside the enchanted land.
Under the oak tree, far from view
They dance under a full moon.
A bubbling brook, flowing over stones
The Faerie dance around a golden throne.
The sound of magical music fills
the night air,
In dresses of silk, their flowing golden hair.
The night is magic, with showers of moonbeams
As the faerie welcome their new Queen.
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