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She, endless beauty, the forest’s queen

A blend of purity, a vision so serene

Butterflies dance, and flowers bloom

She is the essence of nature’s perfume

Fragrant and fair, she sits and she waits

As subtle winds blow, and the air creates

A whisper, to only her ears, does it speak

For she is the paragon of magic and mystique


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