Dancing bears,Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.
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 yearns to remember…
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
6 responses so far ↓
1 Andreas // Mar 4, 2006 at 03:50
her bli d liv!
2 Jenny // Mar 4, 2006 at 17:02
(^.^)
3 Jenny // Mar 4, 2006 at 17:17
Eller det blir vel ikke det siden de er døde..
4 Hedda // Mar 7, 2006 at 21:58
Du er ikke den eneste med en dårlig dag, for å si det mildt..
5 Steffen // Mar 8, 2006 at 17:16
dålie daga e som fotsopp, dæmm går ikke vækk før du prøve å fjern deinj… takktakk.. æ veit..
glimrende metafor (egentli ein analogi, men de orde sjer så analt ut)
6 jenny // Mar 9, 2006 at 16:30
Ô_Ø
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