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The Elf | ||
| Tripping lightly through the forest Glides a merry little elf. She's the one whom thou implorest For companion with thyself. She is busy picking berries And ignores thy eager stare, But it's not for long she tarries For the fruit beyond compare. With her graceful elfin fingers And her smile of ecstasy It is not for thee she lingers. She's too happy running free. | ||
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