Tears of wildwood flowers, dews of early morning
Pitter-patter rains fall, when the skies are mourning
Hoarfrost in a casket, feathers from an aerie
Pitter-patter rains fall, when the skies are mourning
Hoarfrost in a casket, feathers from an aerie
Kids who’ve never been sad, can’t become a fairy
(translation from Rigó – Huzella School of fairies – Tündériskola)
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