Fairy tale

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In the deep end of the forest,

Is a secret never to be noticed.

Fairy’s fly, tulips sing,

Unicorns gallop with a summers’ ring.

Lake that runs forever and more,

Laps over the forest floor.

Grass that flows beneath the trees,

Enjoys a sun bath with the bees.

And when it rains the raindrops visit,

Morning comes and the land looks exquisite.

Everything beams with delight,

And you know that all is right.

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