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The Snow Queen, gentle in her tread,
     Stepped forth one wintry night,
And coated hedges, trees and grass –
     Well, everything in sight.

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She looked up at the stars above:
    ‘How does it look from there?’
‘It’s beautiful’ the stars called back,
    Through the dark and chilly air.

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The Snow Queen smiled back at the stars.
     ‘You’re cold up there,’ she said.
‘But you’ll be gone by morning time,
      When children leave their beds.’

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The Snow King came upon the scene:
     He blasted howling winds.
Dressed in a gown of pure white snow,
     He was a king of kings.

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His strength caused flakes of swirling snow
     To coat the hills and trees.
He worked with Wind, his cruel friend,
     To blow and fiercely freeze.

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They caused an avalanche to start
     Which moved along at speed.
He little cared what harm he caused 
     Nor those he killed, indeed.  

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The Snow Queen quietly arrived
     With hand held to the sky:
She looked at what the King had done
     And heaved a mighty sigh.

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‘Why do these wicked things?’ she said.
      ‘Why cause such grief today?’
She drove with force that awful king
      And sent him on his way.

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She welcomed sunshine’s glowing beams
     That brought the brand new day,
And, gently smiling from high up,
      She watched the children play.

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Sledges appeared and snowmen too,
      As children laughed and played -
And on the gentle snowy slopes 
      With great delight they sleighed.

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The mountain slopes were safe again 
      And skis appeared anew.
The Snow Queen smiled, the sun shone down
      And the sky was clear and blue.

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The children, tired from so much play,
      Slept in their beds that night
And the Snow Queen knew that what she’d done
     For certain had been right.

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