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And in come dancing over the hills, Through grass and flower, apparitions Of green and white, Kicking their feet of In full moonlight. Apparition Mirage, bright Phantom come dancing, bright Phantom dream come dance with me. Leap and spin, Twist and jump, Over the hills come dancing; Leaf and branch, Twig and tree Over the hills come dance with me. Apparition Mirage, bright Phantom come dancing come Over the hills come Dance with me.
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Here is something I wrote for May Day a few years back. It seems to fit. In the Moonlight softly glowing Forms go shifting, changing, flowing 'Neath the fey light wee folk dancing Disappear when we are glancing; Night of Elven Magic ageless Brings forth now the Old Ones changeless. I really like what you have written in "The Dance".
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