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In the field cold as ice,
my head shivers, wind breezes
my ankles, a pack of mice.
The snow packs down,
not once was I given a crown.
Good deeds were done,
people were pleased,
were they ever satisfied?
I came down like a blizzard,
fierce and fast,
but how long did I last?
I could help the whole world.
