Once in the middle of spring a queen sat at a picture and was sewing and stabbed herself. Blood dropped on the floor and she wished she had a boy white as the needle, red as blood, and as black as the floor.
Once in the middle of spring a queen sat at a picture and was sewing and stabbed herself. Blood dropped on the floor and she wished she had a boy white as the needle, red as blood, and as black as the floor.