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LEGEND
I wonder where it could of went to . . .
 I know I seen it just as plain:
A beautiful, big fairy city
 Shinin' through the rain.

Rain, it was, not snow—in winter!
 Special-order April weather
Ticklin' at our two faces
 Pressed up close together.

Not a single soul was near us
 Standin' out there on the bow;
When we passed another ferry
 He says, sudden, "Now!"

Then I looked where he was pointin' . . .
 I seen a magic city rise . . .
Gleamin' windows, like when fields is
 Full o' fireflies.

Towers and palaces up in the clouds, like . . .
 Real as real, but nice and blurred.
"Oh . . ." I starts in—but he whispers
 "Hush! Don't say a word!

"Don't look long, and don't ast questions;
 Elset you make the fairies sore . . .
They won't let you even see it
 Never any more.

"Don't you try to ever go there . . .
 It's to dream of, not to find.
Lovely things like that is always
 Mostly in your mind."

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