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High, high on a hill there is a crown of daisies. High, high on a hill, my little lily love. West wind in your hair, tied up in golden daisies. She's chasing you down, my little lily love. You hide and seek, high and low. In every corner of my soul. I almost hear the sound of your heart beating. Have they gotten what they wanted from her? Lily love. Loving Lily. Lily loving.
A serene young woman with flowing golden hair adorned with daisies stands in a sunlit field. Her soft gaze and the gentle movement of her hair evoke a sense of harmony with nature.
