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An Anastasia Triolet

Her life she does not remember
It seemed so long ago
They sell her dreams, maybe memories, of December
Her life she does not remember
And when she finally tried, they called her a fibber
And so tragically died her desire to know
Her life she does not remember
It seemed so long ago




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