Orchids are the white of the earth's crust,
Ghost ones are rare, a home is their sanctuary.
Your hair must be straightened in the sight of lovers,
For your passionate face is lighter and paler then most.
Magnolia grows, with buds like eggs, with journeys of love
And tranquil signs, tranquil eggs so delightful and innate.
Sunflowers reach, up to the heavenly heights of the skies,
Their spread is wide, like the valley of our mother and father.
Foxgloves in hedges surround our house or mansion with love
And tranquil being, the blue is pale, and the legs of the valley are green.
Daisies are beautiful to the touch, having a hidden style, an alliance
Creates a storm of publicity in the seas of happiness.
A sea is formidably beautiful,
Just like the souls of the fairies.
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