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Morning Dew

A majesty of fairies
Fashioned crystal glass
At the tips of each
Fine blade of grass

At the darkest decline
Darning gems so bright
Then directing prisms
To the morning light

They collected their thimbles
And trimmed the thread
But left before dawn
Quietly they fled

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