Snow White Forgiveness
My, My, Lovely Child.
Where you come from darkens me.
For thou hast all light in thee.
But look above to skies on high.
For what has come on wings of snow.
But cold, a messenger of light.
Even thou canst breach its light.
So this hast come on wings of snow.
It's come, I hope, to get you.
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