Your clothes are laced with ice and gold.
Your heart is coated with frozen mold.
You break hearts without delay, looking for your knight.
Yet the man you forever seek is always out of reach and sight.
Time and time again I've seen you with a man of mine.
They are always on their knees, offering rings and wine.
I hate you with a passion, dear girl.
You always seem to kill my world.
You make me all alone again, oh Queen of Snow and Ice.
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