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