March dribbles - 12

White as snow, you know, you’re not so bright.
They’re going to dig a grave for you tonight
And hide you deep where the apples cannot fright you.

White as snow, when everyone’s asleep
Will you deny one tiny kiss, he pleads
The silent sad dwarf singing, Set me free.

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