Once upon a December...

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Anastasia

 Dancing pares, painted wings.
Things i almost remember.
And a song, someone sings,
Once upon a december.

Someone holds me safe and warm...
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully, across my memory.
Someone holds me safe and warm...

Horses prance through a silver storm. 
Figures dancing gracefully, across my memory.

Far away long ago, glowing dim as an amber. 
Things my heart used to know, 
things it urns to remember...

And a song someone sings... 
Once upon a December... 

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