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Fairest Llymlaen,
O, how Her dress doth sparkle
like a million sapphires
dancing vibrantly
in Her mother's light.
Her crown of ivory reaches
towards the heavens
as She bathes in Azeyma's radiance
embracing Her sweet mother
and bringing vibrance to the land.
Even were Azeyma to fall,
and were Menphina to rise,
our beloved Goddess
would continue to glimmer
in Her evening gown
strewn with polished Jet
She looks upon the world,
Her very essence breeding life
Her very dress enticing the hearts
Of any who seek to claim Her
O fairest Llymlaen,
You, who are the most beautiful of all,
Continue to dance for us, Your children,
As we dream of You always and forever.
-Virgil
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