The enchanted forrest

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In an enchanted forest so grand,
Lived a dweller quite small and quite bland.
With a hat made of leaves,
And a cloak made of trees,
He would dance and he'd sing, hand in hand.

With the fairies, he'd frolic and play,
In the moonlight, they'd dance the night away.
With a twinkle in his eye,
And a mischievous sigh,
He'd bring magic to each passing day.

The creatures of the forest would cheer,
As the dweller would appear, year after year.
With his laughter so bright,
And his heart full of light,
He'd chase away any trace of fear.

But one day, the dweller was gone,
And the forest felt empty and forlorn.
The fairies shed tears,
As they searched far and near,
For the dweller they loved, now withdrawn.

Yet the magic he left still remains,
In the whispers of the wind and the rains.
In the flowers that bloom,
And the moon's gentle loom,
The enchanted forest forever sustains.

So if you wander into the woods,
Listen closely, you might hear his tunes.
For the dweller, you see,
Is still there, wild and free,
In the heart of the forest, he blooms