Placeholder: But it's the eyes that own me soul entire, peridots bright as the first blooms of spring. They see me shutter's hunger and kinda grant permission, urging me deeper into this dance of deadline and desire. So come, my woodland temptress - let me drink my fill before the world's call drags me back to truer day. I am your willing subject in this hallowed glade... now show me real magic, my Fae queen, and I shall capture it always! But it's the eyes that own me soul entire, peridots bright as the first blooms of spring. They see me shutter's hunger and kinda grant permission, urging me deeper into this dance of deadline and desire. So come, my woodland temptress - let me drink my fill before the world's call drags me back to truer day. I am your willing subject in this hallowed glade... now show me real magic, my Fae queen, and I shall capture it always!

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But it's the eyes that own me soul entire, peridots bright as the first blooms of spring. They see me shutter's hunger and kinda grant permission, urging me deeper into this dance of deadline and desire. So come, my woodland temptress - let me drink my fill before the world's call drags me back to truer day. I am your willing subject in this hallowed glade... now show me real magic, my Fae queen, and I shall capture it always!

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