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Does someone remember?

There once was a king, who called for the spring,

For his world was all covered in snow

But the spring had not been, for he was wicked and mean,

In his winter-fields nothing would grow.

And when a traveler called seeking help at the door,

Only food and a bed for the night,

He ordered his slave to turn her away,

The girl with April in her eyes…

- Chris De Burgh