She grows all purple, white, and red/
Lilies, pansies, roses, from her head/
She tinkers with the hues of eyes/
And casts her spells on twilight skies/
She dances with grace upon the lands/
She takes a hold of infants hands/
She goes about, doing things unseen/
Empowers the world as keeper queen/
She flows on down, and synthesizes/
Everything feminine she devises/
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