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Snow Queen

I am the Snow Queen
White and pure
And icy.
Unassailed,
Untouched,
Unharmed.
I was the princess
Pricked by the pea,
Weeping for an hour
Over a snub,
Or a bruise.
But now winter comes
And now I am grown,
I am the Snow Queen
Untouched
And unharmed.