Dancing bears.
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.
Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember.
Things my heart
Used to know
Once upon a December.
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 ember.
Things my heart
used to know,
things it yurns to remember.
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December.
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