Angel mother hear a bell
of the freshly fallen snow
father starlight cannot tell
of the path I mustn't go.
The white flakes drifted softly on a cushion of air. Dancing to the music of silence and bitter cold. Tall dark figures rose from the white powder, looming over like crooked fingers...
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