When wake ye from a slumber long
But all your dreams have up and gone
A fairies’ visit you have had
The tidings of which are never glad
Each stolen dream they siphon up
From your head into their cups
Then bear them hence, into the home
Of their darkest queen upon her throne
In mortal dreams does she seek
A way to learn the secrets we keep
For when she lays the last one bare
Her fairies’ time had come fore’er

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