Palanquin

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The child though mild not then so wild, when saw a palanquin, and inside a queen, asked his mother, Mama sweet Mama! Who is she, and where she is going? Mama replied, she is a bride a gem of the tide a daughter of the sea her father is the moon she is going to her groom. Can't she come to me, I shall play with her. She is beautiful. Mama then said, that's my dream, but first do all your home work, have a glass of milk, and go to your bed. When a child sleeps early, and leaves the bed early, he grows in a handsome youth, and a fairy at the moon, when looks at him, she comes down as a pearl, in the sea shell, and the pearl if sleeps early, and leaves the bed early, does all the home works, it's turned into a bride, and in a palanquin, it comes to the youth with a crown on her silky hairs, with golden ornaments, in shocking pink dressings to play the sweetest games. When she comes to you promise me, you shall incarnate the fairy as a queen.

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