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In a hidden valley, deep with snow
Where frozen blizzard wind did blow,
On a frosty, frigid morn
A sweet, wee, girl child was born.
Her mother lived in exile, poor
The wolf seemed always at the door.
They struggled each day, hoped to endure
But of success they were never sure
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The older daughter worked as a maid
Tasks were many, but little paid
She carries on with head hung low
She has nowhere else to go
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Mother was ill but raised the child
Who was beautiful, sweet, and mild
While older daughter carried on
And worked, it seemed from dawn to dawn
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( shhhh!…, the muse is asleep now, and the pen is dry)
