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|a short liddle thing I wrote in Ireland, about a leprechaun||
Where grows the tallest daffodil
Upon a wooded grassy hill,
Where babbled brook goes tripping by
And trilling birds would fly,
There lives a man in wooden house
No smaller than the biggest mouse
No bigger than the smallest cat,
Donning a woven hatů
|Bloods love||Mistress of the Nameless|
|Angel'd Light||'Dragon' (poem)|
|Dawn, day, dusk, night|