The snow queen, 
Like the paradise of the rainbow; 
With colours, 
To the Palace! 
As the sun rises; 
Love in the air! ! 
As the day moves along.
Sunset and stapel, 
Beyond Mount Antero; 
Gold, sold! 
To hold on to the facts of the truth.
Escapade! 
With an old man in view; 
To behold the best side of nature, 
Coming along, 
With gesture in the house.
Galore! ! ! 
Between seasons; 
With the structures ahead, 
Seen with the eyes of love.
The Snow Queen, 
In white to respect the season; 
With the beauty of life, 
And, he fragrance of nature. 
Cold, told! 
With the works of life seen around; 
As the old man came in.                
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