[NARRATION]
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NOW EVERY MOMENT THE ANGEL SPENT LISTENING
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HIS TIME ON EARTH DIMINISHED
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BUT THE ANGEL FOUND HIMSELF WAITING THERE
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UNTIL EACH STORY WAS FINISHED
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HE HAD ONLY SEVERAL HOURS LEFT
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FOR THE QUEST HE HAD BEEN ASSIGNED
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BUT ANGELS LIKE SMALL CHILDREN
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HAVE TROUBLE KEEPING TRACK OF TIME
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BUT IN THE END IT SEEMED THIS DELAY
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HAD TURNED OUT FOR THE BEST
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FOR NOW THERE WERE GROWNUPS ALL AROUND
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LISTENING WITH THE REST
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FOR AS THEY LISTENED TO HIS STORIES
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EACH ONE TILL THE VERY END
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THOSE ADULTS REMEMBERED THEIR OWN CHILDHOODS
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AND A TIME WHEN FAITH WAS NOT PRETEND
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[REMEMBER]
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REMEMBER
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REMEMBER
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REMEMBER LONG AGO
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ON A NIGHT WITH A GENTLE FALLING SNOW
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FALLING SNOW
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FALLING SNOW
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CAN I OFFER YOU
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WHAT CHRISTMAS DARES
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TO KNOW?
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Remember
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Trans-Siberian Orchestra |