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He weaves himself throughout my life, His lips a-laugh with langourous smiles. I can do naught but follow him- I have no counter to his wiles...
Wild and winsome, lithe and gay, Evermore I'll hear him say- "Come, my Lady of the Fae,
"Let us with these Mortals PLAY!"
LHIANNAN SIDHE
