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In the quiet
Whispers low
Where did all the fairies go
Memories that softly cling
Of a time when she would sing
Oh Pomu where did you fly
Pomudachies left to cry
Hearts are breaking full of woe
Searching high and searching low
In the morn the last did stand
Voice a wisp a trembling hand
Knowing he would never see
His fairy Pomu wild… and… free
