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© Emerald Glen
At the edges of the emerald glen where lavender grows
A fairy sits in the sun's warm glow
Caught and held by dreams and spells
Exquisite tiny bubbles of laughter fill the air
Whispers...carried on rainbows
"Little Sister", take my hand, and fly with me
Over the emerald glen we go, blown by springs warm air...we escape
© 2002 All Rights Reserved By: Dee {DBM}
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