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Then came the little Fairies of the Wood
Who dance as light as autumn's russet leaves,
Then came the Water-Nixies sweet and cold,
The Mine-Dwarfs, and the subtle Shapes of Air
That float about the changing atmosphere
And take its colours.
Who dance as light as autumn's russet leaves,
Then came the Water-Nixies sweet and cold,
The Mine-Dwarfs, and the subtle Shapes of Air
That float about the changing atmosphere
And take its colours.
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