Echos of the Fae: an Autumn Lullaby
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There once was a little red-headed fae
who wandered into the wood one day.
She told of tales before her time;
her words danced in the air like wind chimes.
The Wood took her in—it held her tight,
for she was but a lonesome sprite.
There she was free to romp as she pleased—
she twirled in the wind, she swayed with the trees.
Though she never returned home, she wasn’t forgot.
Some say she’s missing, some say she’s naught.
But if you knew that red-headed fae,
then you would know she’s still at play.
Her words are etched into the Wood;
she’s just as alive as in childhood.
So if ever you wander out that way,
just know you’re forever there to stay.
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