There are pixies living on a fluffy cloud
between the earth and the sky.
In winter they work swiftly to enshroud
the earth with snow piled high.
Without being seen, for they are not proud
but rather humble and shy,
they always begin to whisper aloud
where to go as into the air they fly.
You see in the past they vowed
that every raindrop the Sky Lady did cry,
for she was know to sadly sough,
they would catch after falling from her eye.
But the tears they caught started to crowd
that rather little cloud making one pixie sigh
then all the pixies were gleefully wowed
for in the place of the tear a crystal did lie.
between the earth and the sky.
In winter they work swiftly to enshroud
the earth with snow piled high.
Without being seen, for they are not proud
but rather humble and shy,
they always begin to whisper aloud
where to go as into the air they fly.
You see in the past they vowed
that every raindrop the Sky Lady did cry,
for she was know to sadly sough,
they would catch after falling from her eye.
But the tears they caught started to crowd
that rather little cloud making one pixie sigh
then all the pixies were gleefully wowed
for in the place of the tear a crystal did lie.
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