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The tales are there
on heath and hill,
up granite stair,
down alder rill.

You won't find them
in a book,
but round a fire
in forest nook.

The paths converge
mother and child,
on grassy verge,
in meadow wild.

Come sit by my campfire,
rest your weary bones.
Tell us all a tale
in your velvet tones.

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