She dreams of arbors filled with dainty scents from lovely flowers that never fade. Of butterflies that flitter in the sun, and glowworms shining in the shade. Of talking birds with gifted tongues, who sing their songs and tell their tales. Of the little ones who show the way through fairy hills and fairy dales.
Day is done. Rest well. Sweet dreams.
Listen When Fairies Dream
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