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On the way home I met…

On the way home I met…

I met a girl called frozen,

Her eyes as cold as ice,

She spoke of falling frozen rain,

As soft as a comfy pillow.

I met a guardian of sky,

Her eyes as blue as heaven

She spoke of fluffy candy floss,

floating up above us.

I met a prince of midnight

His top as black as night

He spoke of twinkling lights,

That only come a out at night.

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