"My Little Lovely" as written by and Ray Thomas....
Fairy tales sometimes come true
Use fairy dust and pixie glue
Then all the love will stick to you
My little lovely.

Always believe and never doubt
That wizards cast their spells about
There's such a lot you won't lose count
If you look closely.

Ripples are like dreams
Searching for the shore
Poured together make oceans roar
Night visions make spirits soar
So choose one wisely.

Not all angels can grow wings
They seem to soar by other means
You can fly although it seems
A little slowly.

Fairy tales sometimes come true
Use fairy dust and pixie glue
Then all the love will stick to you
My little lovely.

Ripples are like dreams
Searching for the shore
Poured together make oceans roar
Night visions make spirits soar
My little lovely.


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"My Little Lovely" as written by Ray Thomas

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    General CommentFairy tales sometimes come true—use fairy dust and pixie glue—and all the love did stick to you—my little lovely. Not all angels can grow wings—they seem to soar by other means—you can fly although it seems—a little slowly … but getting better at it all the time—my little lovely …
    sillybunnyon August 18, 2006   Link
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    General CommentAnd we fairies that do run
    By the triple Hecate’s team
    From the presence of the sun
    Following darkness, like a dream
    Now are frolic

    Not a mouse
    Shall disturb our fairy house
    I am sent with broom before
    To sweep the dust behind the door
    sillybunnyon September 05, 2006   Link
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    General CommentLight is a dancer here
    Little tree
    Little Christmas tree
    Were you very sorry to come away?

    Ten thousand, I saw at a glance
    Tossing their heads, in sprightly dance—Singing
    If a fairy’s wounded in the wing
    Then fairies everywhere—cease to sing
    He who shall hurt our little wren
    Will never be beloved by men
    He who torments the angels’ sprite
    Weaves a bower in endless night
    So sang these boisterous fairies I see
    So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me


    [paraphrased]
    sillybunnyon September 11, 2006   Link
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    General CommentA fairy child—a bliss—a sprite
    Can dance in print
    On pages white

    A goblin, giant, troll or gnome
    Can claim a book
    To be his home

    A fairy queen—a woodland elf
    Can live in a book
    And still be herself
    sillybunnyon September 16, 2006   Link

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