She stands for truthfulness
A vision so
Lovely to behold
She is a queen
Upon the throne
of sweet fragrance
A passion of fruit
A bowl full of beautiful flowers
The secret is kept
Without having to hide
From a very high mountain
A brave bird is flying
To its Where ever
In high heels
Gracefully stepping
She walks out
A fragile creature
Against the cruel wind
That's blowing very hard
And lonely is the night!
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