The Gnome Magicians

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And the forest music is everywhere.

Farewell to the mournful moon!

There, a raindrop is a crystal pendant

Hanging on a silver thread.

In its facets a rainbow shimmers:

Violet blue green red.

And here, the gnomes, who do not fear the dark,

Have worked with incredible skill

To burrow their home, an underground labyrinth,

Into the foot of a hill.

The twelve of them like to wear funny clothes:

Their usual dress includes

Brightly colored floppy hoods

And pointy-toed golden shoes.

They are master craftsmen, these forest magicians,

Wonderfully adept in the use of tools.

They sing as they cut diamonds, rubies,

Emeralds – glittering precious jewels.

In full swing in the labyrinth,

Hidden away from human eyes,

The work goes on to the sound of a flute

As the gnomes go on with their lives.

Over fields of flowers, a gray fog spills

Down from the gently rolling hills.

Here live the mysteries of the ages,

The secrets kept in the books of sages.

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