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Thomas Hood |
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A little fairy comes at night, |
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her eyes are blue and her hair is brown |
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With silver spots upon her wings |
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And from the moon she flutters down. |
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She has a little silver wand |
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And when a good child goes to bed |
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She waves a hand from right to the left |
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And makes a circle round its head. |
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And then it dreams of pleasant things, |
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Of fountains filled with fairy fish |
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And trees that bear delicious fruit |
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And bow their branches at a wish. |
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Of arbours filled with dainty scents, |
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>From lovely flowers that never fade, |
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Bright flies that glitter in the sun |
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And glow-worms shining in the shade |
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And talking birds with gifted tongues |
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For singing songs and telling tales |
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And pretty dwarfs to show the way |
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Through fairy hills and fairy dales. |
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A little fairy comes at night, |
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her eyes are blue and her hair is brown |
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With silver spots upon her wings |
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And from the moon she flutters down |
