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the faeling prince

A long time ago in a land far away
where fairies loved to run and play
and sing and dance, do what they may
no matter what the people say

There lived a handsome faeling prince
the kind there has not been seen since
he was quite tall as fairies go
some thought him a man although

He had two wings upon his back
wings feathered in the deepest black
upon his brow a crown of jet
a gem so black who saw it wept

And eyes so black they looked like night
twinkling reflecting back starlight
and hair just like a raven's wing
he seemed no prince but a devil king

but he was kind as kind could be
though many catching sight would flee
he had a harp twas also black
he carried it inside a sack

"Why do you run away from me?"
he'd say when people tried to flee
Then he would play the harp until
the music drew them to the hill

The happy joyful song he played
would draw them closer till they stayed
to dance and laugh and jump and run
they'd sing along and have great fun

and when they all went home again
they'd dream about going back again
the faeling prince taught all the world
that just because you color's cold
it doesn't mean you have to be
"you can be kind and fun like me"

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