Fairies

Fairies sneak around at midnight
And steal the blossom from the trees
They pluck and stuff them in their bags
While fluttering in the breeze
They use them in their love potions
For this is what they were born to do
So it’s those little bastards fault 
That I have gone and fallen for you

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