There is a valley of flowers
There are a bunch of lovely lambs there
There is a tribe of vagrants
The girls there smell of milk
There is an endless stream
There's a girl with water on her back
There is a persistent heart
A dream wrapped in white
There is a string of red pine stones
Connect them with lines
There is a snow princess
Long hair with a shawl and the habit of filial piety
There was a wind from the snow
Blowing the ends of our hair
Sing a song of missing
Turn into fallen leaves and fly far away
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