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Over on the hill, there grows a flower
Growing quicker still, more perfect by the hour
Deep within that flower, is a tiny chair
All a-fringed with gold, the fairy queen sits there
It is in her breath, that the wind does blow
It is in her heart , as pure as winter s now
It is in her tears, crystal raindrops f all
And within her years, that she is in us all
Oh dark eyes, help me s ee
Just one look, she is g one,
Look on me, we are o ne
Fading with the setting sun
As the willow bows , to her majesty
All the forest flowers, love her m ystery
Who would not admire, who could not a dore
Who does not desire, who wishes to see m ore?
Oh dark eyes, help me see
Just one look, she is g one,
Look on me, we are o ne
Fading with the setting sun 3X