The Last Carriage A Haunting Journey

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You know, you look like princess anastasia.
You should sing the song
Once Upon a December
Yeah, but she was
Russian, not irish
They're like the same thing
No, they're not the same thing
Yeah, they are.
They both like to eat potatoes
He came at dusk with velvet reins, no
Thunder shook the street
He bowed beneath the window pane and waited for my feet
He made no threats, he raised no blade
Just held the carriage wide
The quiet was the price
I paid the hour
I stepped inside
The lamps threw back, the darkness grew
The road unrolled below
The last familiar house withdrew from all
I used to know
Roll on, roll on, you
Darkening wheels through the fields i
Used to roll roam.
The great can't take what dust
Conceals, but christ
Will call me
Past my father's empty chair, past an
Orchard dressed in gold
I reached to touch the summer air though
The window glass was cold.
The driver
Never turned his head no
It's true, it's a lie