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Of all the flowers of the spring,

I always think the Bluebell's king,

Sovereign of the woodland glen,

takes me back in time to when,

I remember a place of happy recall,

the Bluebell wood was loved by all,

It was a magical and fairy land,

you knew the little people were at hand,

I went back after many years away,

Spring was here it was a beautiful day,

back to that wood I loved as a boy,

but sadness overcame my joy,

the blue Kingdom was no longer there,

landscaped away without a care,

grass and swings replaced the wood,

and all the people thought it good,

but the fairy's and I only knew,

of that long lost world of royal, blue,

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