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The Faerie Folk

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DarkIronyinRedBlood

Published: Mar 25, 2014

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We're a long way from perfect
And nor do we claim
To be anywhere near worth it
So don't play our games

We'll never ask you
To come closer to us
Anything you do
Is your own foolishness

We should scare you
Make you nervous and pale
Don't let us snare you
With our strange wild tales

In the loyalty of friends
We have never believed
Won't be there at the end
You have been most deceived

Run far, run fast
Put miles between
Until at last,
This is merely a dream

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