Poezja

The Fairies Have Never Been Forgoten But Never Been Remembered They Wait There Sleeping For They Wonder In The Brisk Cold Air No One To Love No One To Care The Fairies Fly And Fly Away Happily Sing The Ways Of The Fairy Way's The Beat Breathes Out It's Own Tune It's If You Belive Or Not Singing And Singing A Merry Air The Fairies Are Everywhere