The frosty air
Would always tear
At her tristful heart
Then no repair
You move your feet
And then repeat
Making circles
In the street
Pulls her coat
Nice and close
But the ice will only
Bite her toes
All slows down
A fateful sound
A shocking word will
Crack the town
The news was told
Just lost their gold
They tried to warn her,
But she was out cold
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