The moon lights up the night,
As I watch the dancing sprites.
The spring wind blows,
to the place no one knows,
As the elves sing away my woes.
And all of the dragons take to flight
before the signs of first day light
As I watch the dancing sprites.
The spring wind blows,
to the place no one knows,
As the elves sing away my woes.
And all of the dragons take to flight
before the signs of first day light
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