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Fairy Tale
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At moonbeams` shade
a world of silence borns
and here the voice of time thunders
from old, old stories
with happy kings and queens.
On waves, Moon lays her train
stepping slowly lest she would spoil
their playing
and sky looks like an ancient arena
with torches of stars to light the place.
Waves carry a rebellious twig
-you tell me that`s a savage dragon-
I shelter to your chest smiling with love
and in a flash you change into Prince Charming.
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