"Now we muse upon the days,
when morning mist did turn to haze
and through the haze the folk did come
to dance and sing and beat the drum,
and round and round we circled 'bout,
and sometimes yelled out with a shout,
our spirits strong our hearts were stout,
and darkness we did soon give rout,
as then the light of Elfin rose,
we reached to it upon our toes,
and grasped it close as magic knows,
this is the way we bring it,
as usual we wing it,
join us now and sing it,
it is the song of Faerie."
— The Silver Elves
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