Since she was a bud,
and she blossomed in the mud,
Her love for the Sky,
Kept growing by the day.
She stood there patiently,
Waiting in a row,
Swaying with the wind,
And dancing to allure.
From the warmth of her love,
Did the sky's heart melt,
And he poured down as nectar,
So deepening her dazzling lustre.
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