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White Crystal Snow on the verge of sleepy Bones Glimmer Veil blown away this is the Dress of Madame Blanche Let your Mantel shine let a lonely Heart divine the Glamour of your piercing Ice Melting, squeezing, spreading into the Ground savours your Skin the Power of a changing Being Unfolded Branches amidst a pale Winter Chest captured Noises under your sweeping white Dress The Set is unstable, it is not meant to stay a Wish of Peace and Rest will but remain From the Top through the Trunk this is the beauty of your frozen Heart A Whirl, a Glide, a Punch this is the Pas de Valse of Madame Blanche
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC
Madame Blanche
White Crystal Snow on the verge of sleepy Bones Glimmer Veil blown away this is the Dress of Madame Blanche Let your Mantel shine let a lonely Heart divine the Glamour of your piercing Ice Melting, squeezing, spreading into the Ground savours your Skin the Power of a changing Being Unfolded Branches amidst a pale Winter Chest captured Noises under your sweeping white Dress The Set is unstable, it is not meant to stay a Wish of Peace and Rest will but remain From the Top through the Trunk this is the beauty of your frozen Heart A Whirl, a Glide, a Punch this is the Pas de Valse of Madame Blanche
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC
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