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She walks like a feather

Afloat through the trees

Mesmerized by the light

She approaches with ease

Unaware of what’s hidden

Still she cannot resist

With soft, silent footsteps

She is lost to the mist

Hears it beckon to her

Child, be not afraid

And she glides ever closer

Through the dark forest glade



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