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The faire is a tiny little thing, it can fit in your hand. We all love the way they prance around with their little wing and faire dust enchanting us all.
They make us dance as if we have wings so we can fly prance around in the clouds amoung the stars.
We all have differnt ways of thinking about them,but they are all pretty much the same. With pointy ears and cute little faces smiling back at us.
We may not always see the cute little things,but we must keep the thought alive or else it will die out, and we will may not remeber the faries.
The little boys and girls will never know about them they will just be storis and tales of the past.
so you see don't forget about them and don't punish thoes who belive.
BY-Tiffany
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