Little lights dart around.
They seem to have a twinkling sound.
They're not just little lights, they're fairies.
Glowing balls, like golden berries.
They are all coming too greet you to Midsummer's Eve.
The night of magic…
The night of love…
The night when little folk soar up above…
Around, the fairies dance in a springy, happy, prance.
The moon is full like a glowing orb…It summons the fairy ladies and lords.
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