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(Sound of running, and the crunching of twigs and leaves with each footfall. She trips, and hits the ground with a hard thump. Scrabbling around on the ground, and the sound of nails scraping on wood. The next part is sung in a whisper;)

Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green.
Thy father’s a nobleman, thy mother’s a queen.

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[Begin Recording]

(excited gasp)

Ohh... so pretty! Y'know, the last time I saw snow was on Gagazet, back when Paine, Yunie, and I went to find that sphere of you-know-who. Oh hey, there's a memory! Good thing I thought of it, 'cause now I won't lose it if I die or something~

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