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Anonymous wrote: Hello dear faeryhearts. What a wonderful site! Did you know that 'sleep softly little angel', placed on the site on 07 oct 2013, is actually quoted from 'Someone's Daughter'? If you want to receive the link to the lyrics site and receive an mp3 recording of the song, then please let me know. All the very best, Paul

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Thank you, Paul! I truly appreciate the help. I’ve now edited that post. I Googled a snippet of the lyrics with “Someone’s Daughter” and found PM Lyrics' website which I have now credited and linked to.

I’d love to hear the song, as the lyrics are exceptionally beautiful. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, could you possibly send me the mp3? My email address: faeryhearts@aol.com

Thanks again!

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Find out what characters share the same personality type as you here and list the characters that you find relevant…

  • Jeanette from Alvin and the Chipmunks
  • Suki from Avatar: The Last Airbender
  • Bernadette Rostenkowski-Wolowitz from The Big Bang Theory
  • Bob Cratchit from A Christmas Carol
  • Lady Edith Crawley, Lavinia Swire and Mrs. Hughes from Downton Abbey
  • Marlin from Finding Nemo
  • Ophelia from Hamlet
  • Jiminy Cricket from Pinocchio
  • Anne Elliot from Persuasion
  • Elinor Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility
  • Chakotay from Star Trek: Voyager


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Dark furrow lines grid the ground, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field… — A Familiar Rain, by John Geddes.Photography by Josh McCulloch.

Dark furrow lines grid the ground, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field… 
— A Familiar Rain, by John Geddes.

Photography by Josh McCulloch.

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When You’re Alone | Karliene | In Memory of Robin Williams…

When you’re all alone,
Far away from home,
There’s a gift an angel sent
When you’re alone…

Every day must end
But the night’s our friend —
Angels always send a star
When you’re alone…

Isn’t that a wonder?
When you’re alone,
You’re not alone,
Not really alone…

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It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.— Frédéric Chopin.Photography by Donna Ki.

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
— Frédéric Chopin.

Photography by Donna Ki.

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"Now listen to me, my son," Daedalus urged Icarus. "Fly behind me, and keep close. Don’t fly too high or too low. If you fly too low, the sea spray will weigh down the feathers. If you fly too high, the sun will melt the wax." At his son’s promise to do as he had instructed, Daedalus embraced him and then kissed his forehead, and it seemed as if some great bird was feeding its young mouth-to-mouth, as birds do. Then they turned and ran to the cliff’s edge and then up, out, and away — away from the lands controlled by Minos. Flying!But Icarus did not stay close to his father. As the earth shrank beneath him, he beat on up past clouds, past listening, past promises. Icarus flew on alone, higher and higher and higher towards the sun and bead by golden bead of wax started to melt.Too late for help, Icarus fell — down, down into the sea that bears his name…Daedalus buried his dead son in the sand, buried hope and laughter and joy, laid the clumsy fingers in the ground, placed an obol in the foolish mouth, kissed the cold forehead. Then Daedalus flew, his tears falling in the sky like rain, away from danger, away from grief…— Greek Myths: Daedalus & Icarus.Artwork: The Fall of Icarus, by René Milot.

"Now listen to me, my son," Daedalus urged Icarus. "Fly behind me, and keep close. Don’t fly too high or too low. If you fly too low, the sea spray will weigh down the feathers. If you fly too high, the sun will melt the wax." At his son’s promise to do as he had instructed, Daedalus embraced him and then kissed his forehead, and it seemed as if some great bird was feeding its young mouth-to-mouth, as birds do. Then they turned and ran to the cliff’s edge and then up, out, and away — away from the lands controlled by Minos. Flying!

But Icarus did not stay close to his father. As the earth shrank beneath him, he beat on up past clouds, past listening, past promises. Icarus flew on alone, higher and higher and higher towards the sun and bead by golden bead of wax started to melt.

Too late for help, Icarus fell — down, down into the sea that bears his name…

Daedalus buried his dead son in the sand, buried hope and laughter and joy, laid the clumsy fingers in the ground, placed an obol in the foolish mouth, kissed the cold forehead. Then Daedalus flew, his tears falling in the sky like rain, away from danger, away from grief…
— Greek Myths: Daedalus & Icarus.

Artwork: The Fall of Icarus, by René Milot.

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Tonight, the sun died like an Emperor…Great scarlet arcs of silk…Saffron… Green… Crimson…And the blaze of Venus to remind one of The absolute and the infinite…— Ever, Dirk: The Bogarde Letters, edited by John Coldstream.

Tonight, the sun died like an Emperor…
Great scarlet arcs of silk…
Saffron… Green… Crimson…
And the blaze of Venus to remind one of 
The absolute and the infinite…
— Ever, Dirk: The Bogarde Letters, edited by John Coldstream.

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I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful — a faery’s child.
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
— La Belle Dame Sans Merci, by John Keats.

Photography by Sarah Gawler.

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Photography: Nap, by Raffi Maghdessian.

Photography: Nap, by Raffi Maghdessian.

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In the House of Words was a table of colours. They offered themselves up, and each poet took the colour he needed: lemon yellow or sun yellow, ocean blue or smoke blue, crimson red, blood red, wine red…— Eduardo Galeano.

In the House of Words was a table of colours. They offered themselves up, and each poet took the colour he needed: lemon yellow or sun yellow, ocean blue or smoke blue, crimson red, blood red, wine red…
— Eduardo Galeano.

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Hold my handlike you hold your cup,fingers curledaround the heatof me.Press your lipsclose together,let the air you breathecool all that boilsinside.— Tyler Knott Gregson.

Hold my hand
like you hold your cup,
fingers curled
around the heat
of me.
Press your lips
close together,
let the air you breathe
cool all that boils
inside.
Tyler Knott Gregson.

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One of the first blogs I ever followed on Tumblr, run by a very dear friend of mine. She posts a beautiful smattering of many things I love such as Disney, Once Upon A Time, Game of Thrones, Avatar: The Last Airbender, faerytales/myths, and nature-related stuff. Definitely worth a follow!

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