Gwraig Annwn
'Twixt the trees of Maes-y-Deri
Flies a winsome little fairy
Searching for the happy sounds
Which once filled the Griffiths' grounds
Winter, springtime, summer, fall
She flies above the grasses tall
Sprinkling teardrops where she flew
To mark her paths with morning dew
She flies alone throughout the years
And never stops to dry her tears
Lest she should miss upon the hill
Her long lost playmate, Little Jill
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