By the moonlit river,
sorrow found another heart
destined to be lonely.
The pulling of a few hairs
on the bowed head of a
kind, soft-hearted light woman.
Her glittering eyes arrive
to the playful smile of a Sprite.
Weaving magic and mayhem.
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By the moonlit river,
sorrow found another heart
destined to be lonely.
The pulling of a few hairs
on the bowed head of a
kind, soft-hearted light woman.
Her glittering eyes arrive
to the playful smile of a Sprite.
Weaving magic and mayhem.