QUEEN OF ICE
For many years as we all could remember
There was a girl with a heart as cold as ice
Her heart has been frozen,
As a curse has been spoken over her
They all call her the heartless witch
But I like to call her the Queen of Ice
Doesn’t mean if one is without a heart one cannot still be loved?
It only means the King of hearts has not appear
So for many nights the Queens tears roll down her cheeks and disappear
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