She sang a song of ice and snow,
Of frozen lands where cold winds blow,
Where mountains rise and rivers freeze,
And winter reigns with chilling ease.
Her voice was clear like icicles bright,
Her melody a haunting sight,
It echoed through the frozen air,
A song of beauty, pure and rare.
The snowflakes danced to her sweet tune,
The stars above shone like a moon,
And all who heard her sing that night,
Were lost in wonder and delight.
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