There's a wild garden beyond the city walls,
Where beautiful flowers of all kinds,
Take showers behind the falls.
It's just one of my rarest finds.
They're beauty are nothing to compare.
Their faces are so pure.
Their skin, white, gentle, and fair.
But they just vanish like a blur.
The Rose, she's gorgeous but you cannot touch.
The Daisy is young and innocent.
While Anemone is fading hope, don't expect too much.
The Calla Lily however, she's magnificent.
And yet, I refuse to remove them from their roots
Let them grow, let them play, as their beauty fruits.
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