High on a snow-covered mountain
From her throne she looks down at the clowns
Who think youth can be found in a fountain
High on the wings of her rhythms
She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes
But she'll never dance with them
And in smoke-filled rooms of electric sound
A legend is built around
The Snow Queen
~ Carole King

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