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By TimeMachine, Mercer Island, WA

How lovely you move,
Sun-kissed little fairy,
With many of your kind
As the sweet honey

You hum monotonously
As you land from flower,
To flower,
To flower,
And the leaves murmur a song
As you brush along.

When darkness sinks across the sky
Only then do you withdraw
Your fragile wings and rest your head
Until dawn breaks first light.

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