"It's not what he's painted, my lord. What he's painted is ... is amazing. And he's finished it?" Upon the mountain, as the blizzards closed in, there was a red glow in the snow. It was there all winter, and when the spring gales blew, the rubies glittered in the sunshine. No one remembers the singer. The song remains.



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