The night elves, they sing humming under starry skies Their sweet, calm voices shifted to a deep murmur I heard they’re calling my name © P. Bunnykins
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The Magical Window
Every time I look outside my window at night I’m always in awe of such a magical sight of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight The fascinating …
