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.

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