Hans Christian Anderson

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There once was an Emperor with a very short temper who focused his attention on clothes. As his closet did grow, it seemed as though he cared not of the council he imposed.
Ice is cold and hard and bitter.  Just like its Queen. Ice makes for poor company, and so its Queen was alone. Dancing the storms, she saw a child with ice
The Little Match Girl was dead And she knew it. Because when she lit her match No Wind blew it. The Little Match Girl was dead And that was good. Because when she was alive She had no hood.
  FIRST STORY: The Beautiful Boy   Once upon a time, there was a woman. A princess of beauty, a lady of nobility, A damsel of good-nature, a virgin of purity, Were all fair titles she owned not.
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