Streams of Dreams, in a land of Fae,
deep down under, where secrets lay.
Bubbles full of aquatic neighs,
seahorses play, seahorses play.
The loyal steeds of water sprites,
whom ride on them in such delight.
Equine eyes glowing all alight,
beautiful sight, beautiful sight.
Streaking like comets, dancing swim,
sprites humming a magical hymn.
Tails curling and clinging to limbs,
fantasy whim, fantasy whim.
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