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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