Oh Lady Gwyneira, so innocent and pure
With beauty that shone with such brilliance.
Once of noble blood, she fell from grace
The night mere man defiled her space.
Innocence lost and purity taken,
No longer would noble men lay eyes on her.
In deep sadness and riddled with shame,
She fled to the fields and sought refuge here.
Forsaken by the Whitérose Aristocrats,
Gwyneira sat there alone and distraught
Hoping for someone to love her again,
But it was all for naught.
Oh poor Lady Gwyneira,
The lonely girl died heartbroken,
And soon turned into a tree,
Swaying quietly in the wind.
With beauty that shone with such brilliance.
Once of noble blood, she fell from grace
The night mere man defiled her space.
Innocence lost and purity taken,
No longer would noble men lay eyes on her.
In deep sadness and riddled with shame,
She fled to the fields and sought refuge here.
Forsaken by the Whitérose Aristocrats,
Gwyneira sat there alone and distraught
Hoping for someone to love her again,
But it was all for naught.
Oh poor Lady Gwyneira,
The lonely girl died heartbroken,
And soon turned into a tree,
Swaying quietly in the wind.
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