Faerie out in the flower field
her magic is out of her hands
for there sits a wizard
with a guitar
he plays his own magical spell
Sighing and longing she looks at him
trying to get his attention
but he just plays on
ignoring her
caught in his own musical dream
Foolish young faerie the flowers are
real and the music's illusion
let the wizard play on
be happy and sing
sing along and recover your magic...
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