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Nov 2019
Made by the faeries of Sligo,
Is she stealing me for her kind?
If she is I'd have no choice but to go,
I really wouldn't mind

My hand she takes, my heart awakes
Her aura and aurora -
unexplored they are

What parties are there?
Will she dance with me -
in the faerie way
And kiss in the ferns
In the moonlight
Till day.
Mark Levitt
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Mark Levitt
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