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Two souls connected,
Intertwined like roses on a weaving, wooden archway;
This, my dear readers,
Is no fairytale.
This is the tale of a boy, and a girl,
Both just as frozen as the ice that claimed them.
Will this end in joy, and perfection?
Or in heartbreaking tragedy...
Only the moon knows;
And she is just as silent, and unspoken as the stars.
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