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«What’s my purpose?» The boy asked the breeze

«Go to the woods and amongst the trees

Seek the Blue Fairy for She will know

The meaning of life and your path to follow.»

The Wind replied in the boy’s anxious mind

And steered him gently so that he could find

The bluest fairy in the deepest dark woods

And show him the road from child to manhood.