my poem

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Come with me,
We'll dance with glee,
Come and see,
The faery!

Majestically they spin around,
With silken wing which make no sound,
Upon the hyacinths they do shout,
Since no one is ever about.

They prance in silence,
All around,
But never,
Never do they make a sound.

Sweet fruits they feed you,
Delectibly delishious wine they drink,
Perfect treats,
Yet no one thinks them true.

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