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Forget Me Not and the Silver Prince
They loved to run and play
In the cold of winter time
This chilly snowy day

With mittens in a shade of red
And boots to match the same
They followed footprints in the snow
This was their favorite game

Running to the forest edge
They looked so deep inside
When footprints that they found instead
Had seemed to run and hide

For hours they still played this game
No heed they paid the cold
Forget Me Not began to cry
The Silver Prince so bold

Said, “Why now cry my little friend
In tears that come to freeze
A’ shimmering your bright red cheeks
As we gaze on the trees”

Forget Me Not then answered him
While shivering where she stood
“The trees,” she said. “They are all dead
No leaves do hold their wood”

The Silver Prince began to laugh
As snowflakes sat his eyes
To chuckle at the words she said
As snow fell from the skies

“My tiny friend, oh precious one
These trees are but asleep
If you would listen closely now
Their snores shall quell your weep”

Forget Me Not then listened
For in the forest roared
A gust of wind so chilling cold
Alas the trees had snored

“For it is every winter”
The Silver Prince did speak
“The trees they fall to slumbering
As through the cold they sleep”

She smiled like the sunrise
Beneath her golden hair
For this one fact that he had told
She sure was not aware

Returning to the castle
He took her by the hand
And whispered something in her ear
That she did understand

He told her that he loved her
And if she followed true
He’d teach her all she needs to know
Of everything he knew

From that day forth they wandered
She learned from all he said
But one thing true he whispered
Kept flowing through her head

Her heart was filled with laughter
Her eyes they shone so bright
Each day that they would run and play
Within the warm sunlight

When spring it now descended
New leaves upon the trees
Fresh flowers in the garden grew
A soft inviting breeze

For at this time she noticed
His words were not a lark
For every tree turned green again
Within their favorite park

And on this day she whispered
To him these words so true
The Silver Prince he smiled
She said, I love you too
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