Oh there, the flower in blossom is,
Dancing the rhythm of a fair wind-
For a million famished bees;
And tranquility with is bind
Of my garden.
Of my garden;
Lying like lilies unsadden,
Amidst flambuoyant fountain,
And sweetly suckle
Of earth's fertile breast so subtle.
The petals of my lotus flower;
In grace so mild and tender ember
With beams from fairest stars yonder,
And of charm or fortune no mind can ponder
To my bewitching flower surrender;
My Queen, my garden-my rose flower.
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She's all beauty-inside out, and and a garden of fertility. Who can but applause her captivating stature-Queen dear!