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Sunlight sparkles through the trees

Fairy dust flies, with mysteries

Released to the wind by her hand

Gisela lets them go, unplanned

Wanting to keep them for herself

She knew better, this little elf

Saying goodbye, she blew a kiss

With her one last final wish

May they return to her, some day

And bring the light, again, her way


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