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Queen of snow.

 



After a long time, my queen called me.

She said , my poet write a song for me.

I looked around, I saw a lot of snow.

I rode my horse and started my show.


My horse is white, My horse has wings.

He hides in the snow and sings my songs.

He flies up and down and draws rainbow.

My queen is happy, she likes my show.

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