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Shadow deep of an old oak
where the hillside beings spoke
there you hear The Faeries laughter
early mornings party after

When the swirly dance is over
all is left some hair and clover
in the misty morning lights
on the greeny hillside heights

VILE
U toj sjeni starog hrasta
gdje se Satir Vili hvasta
i gdje čuješ vila smijeh
cjelonoćni ples im grijeh

Kada ples’e smijene rose
djetelinu vidiš kose
u maglenom svjetlu zore
na padini zelen gore

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