Outside my window
the wind is howling.
Rain is sparkling
in the dark of night.
The dark green trees
shake their branches
and dance in the blackness.
Sweet music flows from the river.
As I look out
I see my old friend -
withered branches twisting
and winding magically.
And under his scraggy branches
I see the fairies dancing.
The leaves tumble around them,
adorning their feast.
Oh, how I wish I could be part
of their enchanted world.
the wind is howling.
Rain is sparkling
in the dark of night.
The dark green trees
shake their branches
and dance in the blackness.
Sweet music flows from the river.
As I look out
I see my old friend -
withered branches twisting
and winding magically.
And under his scraggy branches
I see the fairies dancing.
The leaves tumble around them,
adorning their feast.
Oh, how I wish I could be part
of their enchanted world.
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