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On warm summer days, I can see the fairies.
They come through the door-shaped hole in the trunk of the tree.
I can hear their whispered words.
I can imagine their tree home, with magic in the air.
I can feel the importance of the tree in which they live.
On warm summer days, I can watch them come through the doorway in their magic tree.
On warm summer days, I can see the fairies.
They come through the door-shaped hole in the trunk of the tree.
I can hear their whispered words.
I can imagine their tree home, with magic in the air.
I can feel the importance of the tree in which they live.
On warm summer days, I can watch them come through the doorway in their magic tree.
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