Amidst an aromatic olive grove,
Jasmine and Primrose gaily sing,
Smile and hover on their swings.
Casting rays of soft translucent mauve,
They float around in Crystal Cove.
They fan their iridescent wings
Cooled by secret, magical springs
Enticed by concealed treasure trove.
Curtly, a sinister presence invades,
As wicked goblins arrive; who sneer,
Down in the leafy everglades.
Radiating ripples of evil and fear,
Melancholy and unease pervades
As evasive, sneaky goblins appear.
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