Glistening from cold
the Seven Statues of ice lay frozen
Skin as blue as the glassy lake
their hands danced upon
they lay still and cold
Eyes like pools of hopes
Drowning in the snow
The cold of their hearts begin to thaw
their icy glare softens
as they see their snowy white image
stretching before their eyes
day by wretched day
they would lay being vain
begging the sun for
just one more minute of the day
until the sun went away
and the moon came to play
behind the clouds he would hide
In fear that his mind
Would fall in love with these girls
And their selfish eyes
Until the day came, he would play this game
Once every new year till they melted away
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