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For madness is naught, but reality unseen.
A sprinkling of pixie dust on wild imaginings.
Sanity lost, but for a faerie's kiss.

If thoughts, if dreams were to meld as one,
And the sun and stars together shone,
In the still you find, a heart's desire,
A burning passion of pure fire,
Riven is she, all that is Fay,
The beauty of nature in a moment swayed,
A stupefying eternity of fleeting bliss.