Carbonated faeries...in the immortal patois of Chaucer via the wife of Bath,,,
Hundreds of years ago, in days of yore. But no one now sees fairies any more. For now the saintly charity and prayer 40 Of holy friars seem to have purged the air; They search the countryside through field and stream As thick as motes that speckle a sun-beam, Blessing the halls, the chambers, kitchens, bowers, Cities and boroughs, castles, courts and towers, 45 Thorpes, barns and stables, outhouses and dairies, And that’s the reason why there are no fairies...." KEEP ON SEEING FAIRIES BROTHER!!!!
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Carbonated faeries...in the immortal patois of Chaucer via the wife of Bath,,,
Hundreds of years ago, in days of yore.
But no one now sees fairies any more.
For now the saintly charity and prayer
40 Of holy friars seem to have purged the air;
They search the countryside through field and stream
As thick as motes that speckle a sun-beam,
Blessing the halls, the chambers, kitchens, bowers,
Cities and boroughs, castles, courts and towers,
45 Thorpes, barns and stables, outhouses and dairies,
And that’s the reason why there are no fairies...." KEEP ON SEEING FAIRIES BROTHER!!!!
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