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i'am the one they call rare and exscited  i go freely like a catbird in the sky above  i'am the soul that all along in my ways  there no time to stand and stare for me  only to fly where my psychic waves tell me  being me is the only way to be and become  people treat me bad with pokemon fights  becouse what i become and rare as it will  iam always happy and giggley pokemon  i'am always watching out what going on  in this world if there trouble going on anywhere  i know how iam and what i can do with my powers  there is also another soul pokemon like me  one that stronger and po
The sky turns grey  Such a beautiful day  The clouds begins to speak  As rain kisses my cheek   
It falls slowly at first  It quenches Earth’s thirst  Down the window it falls  The magic of it calls   
I see a wall of rain  It eases every pain  It smells wet and sweet  To my skin it is a treat
"What do I see...?  What do I see?  Upon a white picket fence at the edge  of a forest  sits a little blue bird,  its head swivels oh so sharply.  It flutters and it flaps, and rises quickly into the air,  up to one of the prnounced branches of the trees.  The wind blows and the leaves shake,  and the cold feeling of pure solitary air settles in.  Only a lady with a gold gown addresses nature.  The ruffles they curl, and the frills wave  as ribbons dance upon the breeze  that carries her curls along it's drifts.  Her solumn face makes the sky cry and the  hills bounce
With eyes of glittering gold and green  
It stalks the night in silence  
Temptation felt by those who’ve seen  This creature of the night  
 
With acquired taste for passions of lust  He will dance ‘til his skin would bust  
And skin as dark as trees of old  You will value him as gold   
With sight of flickering faery light  He walks like those of only skin  
And holds his own in a fight  He is myth with those of kin   
Knocking horns with those alike  Clover grows between cloven hooves  The touch of those who need delight  The smoldering eyes
I am the Faery child   
I see the glittering lights of hidden cities  I feel the magic swirl around me with every step  I think in the ways of my invisible friends   
I am the hidden one   
I taste the morning dew on every blade of grass  I hear the tinkling laughter of those who fly  I sing the sacred songs of nature’s lovers   
I am the one they call “Le Fey”   
I dance to drums within  I laugh with the giddiness of magic wine  I love those who wrap their arms around me   
I am the Priestess of Avalon
The leaves are golden red  They blanket the ground  And on them I tread  
As the wind swirls them around   
The air is cool  It smells of cider  I grin like a fool   And I dance around like a spider   
I love the fall  And it’s tame weather  To watch the leaves I sit on a wall  Here we can be together
We all know what we are?   
But do we really understand   
We have dream’s because were only human   
We have life because we live   
But deep down inside we know that there is something more  
 
Some thing that could change the way we live  
 
Some people are scared   
Some people live in its fear   
Others ignore the fact that IT could be   
Some even have the nerve to attack it   
But we are only human  
 
That’s our excuse.   
But it’s not fit to us   
Some feel that there is something more to ou
the end  
that is all  
the beach ends but you never fall  the water crawls toward  the people hall  
 
the beaches ends but you never fall   
the children run along the edge of the water  
running but never falling  a place to escape all of the world  leaving what you didn't take     all run to the beaches ends but they never fall   
try to escape  
jump, jump, jump  fly into the world of nothing  
ecape the rules, the disapline and the dipare of life.   
you can run all you want to the beaches end but you never, never fall.

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