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She is pure white but beautiful
Her icy tears truly glisten
She is hated but brings such joy
Hear her soft whispers; just listen

She is so cold but so gentle
Caressing you, protecting you
Thought of as symbolic sorrow
But is she? If only we knew...

Hear the laughter of the children
As they play in her arms embrace
She dances with them, and they her
She has such a breathtaking grace

She is as ancient as the earth
Yet still seems stunningly youthful
Do not cross her: she is vengeful
Harm not her children, stay truthful

Winter is a cold but warm queen
She is the swan of the seasons
She is always mysterious
We will never know her reasons

The End

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