Furrina_01
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The world trembled, the moonlight swayed,
The wind arose where shadows played.
The maiden's song, a soft reprise,
A lullaby beneath the skies.
The flowers bloomed, their gentle glow,
Could heal the hearts of those in woe.
Her skin like snow, her grace divine,
A beauty pure yet edged with spine.
For though she smiled, serene, composed,
Her charm could cut, like thorn of rose.