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'Lady winter' came-a-calling, riding bare-back through the air. In a cape of snowy white, She galloped, through the night, to the twinkling stars, far beyond. When the moon, no longer shone, her pearly eyes did cry, round tears, of frosty ice. Such porcelain skin, cracked harshly in the wind and she was blinded, by a blizzard, of her own. The mare, it gently cantered, O'er seas and lands a-plenty. 'Til just a trickling trail of snowflakes, sparkled, in the morning sun. The pure blanket she had made, for a chilly wintry day, was, but the first, of more to come. As everyone will know, 'Lady Winter', Comes and