𓆩Ӻīɍβ±₯ΖΆπ“†ͺ : Le Deuil d'un Papillon

𓆩Ӻīɍβ±₯ΖΆπ“†ͺ : Le Deuil d'un Papillon

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For decades, the town's stones have been mysteriously moving in summer,

And old-timers still whisper fairy tales.

It's even said that they meet discreetly every summer,

Fairies from the four corners of the earth to ma…

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