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Does your heart feel the heat
Of a wildling satyr's beat
Does the smell of clover sweet
send your soul into a swoon
Does your heart steal fickle glances
At riotous elfin dances
And blush at fae romances
Performed by light of moon
Does your heart weep at the loss
Of pixie castles made of moss
And spritely kings with eyes of frost
That now hides behind the veils
Does your heart grieve dark and grim
At humanity's foul sin
And the aethyr pale and thin
Where it once was rich and hale
Does your heart smile on silver places
Filled with the cheer of elfin faces
And melt in fae embraces
Touched with glamour's art
Does your heart dance free and wild
In this world mundane and mild
With the spirit of the Chylde
Well then it dances with my heart
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