The lilies gleam in the quiet waters.
The roses bloom every night and day.
The sunflowers birng light to all around.
These are the flowers of Flerindre.
Their beauty is unrivalled everywhere.
They draw the envy of all the lands.
The desire to pluck a petal or two,
Work ever so strongly upon the hand.
And then the lady comes ambling by.
The flowers seem withered and wrinkly
These once beautiful things look inferior.
Indeed how ravishing is the lady.
The most blatant of crowds go silent,
Obediently waiting for her along the banks
Her beauty melts the hearts of men.
They kneel, even the highest of ranks.
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