Who can give me some poems by Jade Stern, a rose girl?

She, with brown hair and a princess dress,

She bathes us like a warmth,

She is like a rose guarding a pure heart,

She, uh, sings this Alice song, but,

Her petals were broken by crystal,

She fell in front of the guardian golden rose,

She is our third doll, Jade Stern.

Send LZ a green Tu Tu. . . . . .