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Then one day, a little boy cried out, something
stung my heart, something’s in my eye – and his
heart turned into a block of ice, he grew very
strange and nasty - until one day
Fastening his sled to the Snow Queen’s sleigh,
she took him away, all the way to Lapland, to
the sparkling valleys, a castle of a hundred halls
made of frozen snow, all lit by the Northern Lights
A little boy, all black and blue with cold, the Snow
Queen had kissed his heart away, making patterns
with ice pieces; if he could spell LOVE, the Queen
had promised to set him free…
The little girl found the little boy, still and cold,
her hot tears thawed his heart, the glass splinter
was dislodged, he burst into tears, the glass shard
washed out of his eye
He recognized his first love, they laughed and wept
for joy, ice pieces danced in merriment, when they
slept, the melting ice formed the word LOVE that
set him free...
Hans Christian Andersen
Margaret Alice
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