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Thu Dec 31 13:01:50 CET 2009

A wistful questioning-- Merry with a rosy thrill of a dream come true.
Just a little wisp of song played softly in the twilight, Such a happy
little song--and oh, the dusk is gray! Such a joyous little song, and
oh, the night is coming-- Coming with the bitter chill that marks the
death of day! RETURN Now that the tumult of the war is over, The fairy
folk are coming back to France; They push their way through tangled
grass and clover, To find the ring where once they used to dance. They
come half-wistfully, the little people, Through broken town, and
battered market place, They come past shell-torn church with shattered
steeple, They come as smiles come to a tear-stained face. They come with
packs of dreams, with love and laughter, They com
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