Upon a Bed of Petals
in the flower feilds,
and rose bush thorns,
a forest fairy,
wails and mourns,
for the prince,
in the grass laid bare,
his heart was stolen,
by the fairy fair,
by the weeping willows,
she held him back,
but he followed still.
losing track,
of the way back home,
to the princess in wait,
for to love a fairy,
is to chase your fate.
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