The Queen Of Stolen Hearts
She dances alongside the snow
The snow glimmering like fine glitter
On this unusual winter night
She laughs like a chorus of fairy bells
Magic glistering all around her
She has you in a trance
As you admire her dance
She really is the queen of stolen hearts
And you might just be her next victim
She reaches out for you hand
You take it willingly
Unaware of what is about to happen
As you give her your hand
She takes your heart
With the intent of never giving it back
Adding it to her growing collection
She dances away into the chilled night
Far gone before you realize
That she has your heart
A heart you will never get back
For she is the queen of stolen hearts
And you were her latest victim
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