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A beautiful garden,
Rose up the hills,
It was innumerable,
In beauty and flowers π.
The garden was cared for by fairies,
And many small fairy babies would fly in and out of the garden ,
Laughing all the way about.
The little roses would talk,
The lilies would smile,
The fairies would have their tiffin and tea,
In the core of the garden.
The beautiful garden,
Is a gem among all the best gardens.
Adios!