From burrow dark and lake-world deep, Faeries slumbering rise from sleep, Sometimes here, now sometimes there, What I will is the face I wear.

From burrow dark and lake-world deep, Faeries slumbering rise from sleep, Sometimes here, now sometimes there, What I will is the face I wear.

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