There's a rose amongst flowers,
And a dime, a dozen,
You're a gold amongst jewelries,
That passionately embraced
With cool warm.
Mother of fertility,
Like a tree by the river-side,
And feed with catholic milks:
You possessed it all; the beauty
That magnetised beauties.
There's you among others:
Giant you're called;
A body of three ensnarements.
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