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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fairy Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now this is the story of Olaf<br>Who ages and ages ago<br>Lived right on the top of a mountain,<br>A mountain all covered with snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he was quite pretty and tiny<br>With beautiful curling fair hair<br>And small hands like delicate flowers--<br>Cheeks kissed by the cold mountain air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lived in a hut made of pinewood<br>Just one little room and a door<br>A table, a chair, and a bedstead<br>And animal skins on the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Olaf was partly fairy<br>And so never wanted to eat;<br>He thought dewdrops and raindrops were plenty<br>And snowflakes and all perfumes sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the daytime when sweeping and dusting<br>And cleaning were quite at an end,<br>He would sit very still on the doorstep<br>And dream--O, that he had a friend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somebody to come when he called them,<br>Somebody to catch by the hand,<br>Somebody to sleep with at night time,<br>Somebody who'd quite understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night in the middle of Winter<br>He lay wide awake on his bed,<br>Outside there was fury of tempest<br>And calling of wolves to be fed--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thin wolves, grey and silent as shadows;<br>And Olaf was frightened to death.<br>He had peeped through a crack in the doorpost,<br>He had seen the white smoke of their breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But suddenly over the storm wind<br>He heard a small voice pleadingly<br>Cry, &quot;I am a snow fairy, Olaf,<br>Unfasten the window for me.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he did, and there flew through the opening<br>The daintiest, prettiest sprite<br>Her face and her dress and her stockings,<br>Her hands and her curls were all white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she said, &quot;O you poor little stranger<br>Before I am melted, you know,<br>I have brought you a valuable present,<br>A little brown fiddle and bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So now you can never be lonely,<br>With a fiddle, you see, for a friend,<br>But all through the Summer and Winter<br>Play beautiful songs without end.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then,--O she melted like water,<br>But Olaf was happy at last;<br>The fiddle he tucked in his shoulder,<br>He held his small bow very fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So perhaps on the quietest of evenings<br>If you listen, you may hear him soon,<br>The child who is playing the fiddle<br>Away up in the cold, lonely moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katherine+Mansfield">Katherine Mansfield</a><div class=q>
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Who ages and ages ago
Lived right on the top of a mountain,
A mountain all covered with snow.

And he was quite pretty and tiny
With beautiful curling fair hair
And small hands like delicate flowers--
Cheeks kissed by..."></div>
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