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Dragons at my doorstep,
faeries by the fire
ease my mind of earthly care
to follow my desire.

Unicorns leave hoofprints
pressed into the snow.
Wherever they may lead me,
that’s where I will go.

Pages turn by magic,
fire within the prose.
Breezes whisper secrets,
essence of the rose.

Fill my cup to brimming
with liquid love divine.
Promise me eternity,
your heart holding mine.


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