Whispered secrets hidden again,
Hidden in this fairy glen,
Enchanted princes, wily wizards,
And those magic, winged lizards,
Follow me to the fairy land,
Where mermaids sing of pirates glad,
Where those young never grow old,
Where the best stories always are told.
Come, sweet child, to the land of Nod,
Where you may find things so odd,
Drift, my sweet, into these magical dreams,
Follow the rushing of these magical streams.
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