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My Little Lovely Lyrics
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.
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.
Searching for the shore.
Poured together, make oceans roar,
Night visions make spirits soar
So choose one wisely.
They seem to soar by other means.
You can fly, although it seems
A little slowly.
Use fairy dust and pixie glue
Then all the love will stick to you
My little lovely.
Searching for the shore.
Poured together, make oceans roar,
Night visions make spirits soar
My little lovely.
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Submitted by
weezerific:cutlery On Jan 05, 2002
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Fairy 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 …
And 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
Light 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]
A 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