"Mist is spreadingCover palace with whiteListening, listeningThe song of all kindsWhat is outside?Surrounding white fogWhat is outside?Being here or notPrincess, my little dearSleep well before nightFog is there and hereThe day will quickly arriveWhere is the blue sky?Where is the moonlight?When will in our lifeNot be torn to sides? Along with lullaby Prairie and the sunshineClose eyes and sleep tightLittle princess of mine."The song hummed in the midst of the mansion, which was surrounded by the year-round frost, and crept down every interstice of the dusty corridor,reaching the arid courtyard at the entrance.In the only room with light, the owner of the voice, Lizzie, was gently covering the baby girl she loved most in the world. Another long night arrived again, and ninety-nine years had elapsed since she and the little girl were imprisoned here."I still don't get it, Lizzie." The tiny girl was curdled up in a cozy blanket, her innocent eyes filled with brigh
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