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She sat there like a monument
and Charles sprang out
And the ballroom came in sight
And the glittering gold starlite
At last the village lamps
Through the frosty air
And on they went thru
With feeble tone
Is gathering on my brow
But Charlotte said
How fast said Charles the
And thus five other dreary miles
He cracked his whip and
He cracked his whip
I am exceedingly
cold
With a trembling voice
Young Charlotte cried
Much faster than before
In silence were passed over
the shivering ice is
I am growing warmer now
They reached the door and
He reached his hand for her
