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The sky, ice blue and cold
Pitch dark forest
Lingering and suffocating fog
When the rain starts to pour
Driplets on my face, driplets on my eyelashes
When does the fairy come?
The Weeping Willow Fairy, will stop me from pondering
Stop me from getting lost
The driplets turn ice blue, as the sky
Behind me, She's coming closer
Embraces me with an everlasting and ever-welcoming hug
Fear me not, For I am who you've waited for, said the Fairy
Ice blue sky turns pitch black
And with light beaming from all the swarming fireflies
The sky, pitch black and warm
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