THE STOLEN CHILD
Nov 5 · 1 min read
I remember falling as a child
And being lifted by a fairy-wild
She kissed my cheek and mussed my hair
And then she wasn’t there.
……….
Some blind folk see the fairies clear,
For faeries are always close or near;
I remember falling as a child
And being lifted by a fairy-wild
She kissed my cheek and mussed my hair
And then she wasn’t there.
……….
Some blind folk see the fairies clear,
For faeries are always close or near;

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