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I would love to see you
pretty at the Summer Fayre,
a twinkle in your dark eyes,
and flowers in your hair.
Arm in arm we would wander
to see the delights and share
moments of wonder together,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.
We'd visit the Gypsy fortune teller
to learn what secrets lay there,
take our fill of games and stalls,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.
And dance we shall tonight,
unrestrained, with never a care.
Its there I'll fall in love with you,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.
I'll take you off to my home,
to the forest if you dare.
My carefree, captivating, Lady Leaf,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.
We will dance on into the night,
lovers loving, so that I can swear,
I've never seen you so beautiful,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.
© Pagan Paul (12/11/16)