Fairytales.

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Golden wings fluttered gracefully,

And sparkles of gold on it's skirt.

It bellowed ever so quietly, 

Covered in grime-stained rags, a little girl. 

Hush, my dear you need not fret.

I am just a fairy stuck on this icky spiderweb.

A fairy? Oh my do they exist!

Only if you believe my dear, do you believe?

I do! I do! 

But Alice you would not call me.

Nor the rabbit did I see.

Glass slippers never grazed my feet.

Nor pumpkin a carriage it turned out to be. 

A true heart can see magical things.

Cure this cruel world the evil that it brings. 

Magical things you are sure to see.

Because a heart as true as yours,

can turn the world as fresh as the evening breeze.