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ANYA
They said I was found by the side of a road
There were tracks all around, it had recently snowed
In the darkness and cold, the wind in the trees
A girl with no name and no memories, but these

Rain against a window, sheets upon a bed
Terrifying nurses whispering overhead
“Call the child Anya, give the child a hat”
I don’t know a thing before that

Traveling the back roads, sleeping in the wood
Taking what I needed, working when I could
Keeping up my courage, foolish as it seems
At night all alone in my dreams

In my dreams shadows call
There’s a light at the end of a hall
Then my dreams fade away
But I know it all will come back one day

I dream of a city
Beyond all compare
Is it Paris?
Paris...

A beautiful river
A bridge by a square
And I hear a voice whisper
“I’ll meet you right there
In Paris”
Paris…

You don’t know what it’s like not to know who you are
To have lived in the shadows and travel this far
I’ve seen flashes of fire, heard the echos of screams
But I still have this faith in the truth of my dreams

In my dreams it’s all real
And my heart has so much to reveal
And my dreams seem to say
“Don’t be afraid to go on
Don’t give up hope, come what may”
I know it all will come back
One day!

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