Birthmass

O little fairies o' wishes, light a candle for each a prayer pass-by her frail windows knock on her doors enter her eyes and make it beautiful as the sky enter her heart and keep treasures give her sweet dreams of rainbows in your bounty baskets sell to her past, her sorrows buy to her morrow, endless joys bring this cradle day on noon's bright horses. Thanks for reading...

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