My juice spilled
I didn’t touch it
Honest
Juice fairies appeared out of thin air
They tipped my glass
Yes, I know and the mother fairies
Clipped their wings
No more magic
Until the spill is cleaned.

My juice spilled
I didn’t touch it
Honest
Juice fairies appeared out of thin air
They tipped my glass
Yes, I know and the mother fairies
Clipped their wings
No more magic
Until the spill is cleaned.
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