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T'was a Midsummer eve as I strolled through a glade
"Be wary of pixies" my mother did say
"For on this night they do gather and prance
T'is mischief they're up to, so don't join their dance"

Yet dance I did on that still summer night
With faeries and pixies in playful flight
My heart was singing
My feet n'er touched the ground
A heady cacophony of magical sound

I'm now dancing with fairies in a wondrous place
In a realm that's Enchanted, what would mother say?