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Oh my, what a lovely house I see!
Could this mansion be for me?

Lights along the path are laid
Through the leaves of colored jade

Nestled in this olden tree
Oh! Could this really be for me?

Should I knock, to see who’s home?
No, I’ll just flutter round, and roam

About the forest, glitter, bright
With fairy dust, to mark my flight

And cast a spell, so nothing shows
I’ll cover up the mystic glows

To keep it for myself, to be
My hidden place of mystery



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