Ashen snow deadens the night
A palace gleams in an unearthly winter glow
Across the vast garden, a waltz echoes
Warmth flows from it's source
Ladies move silently, as if set on rails
Not a hair falls out of place
And up the balustrade, a princess appears
A mask covers her face as she presents herself
"Come, the night waits for no one"
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