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Anastasia,Anastasia

Didn't Mother tell you?

That Pain doesn't care

About ringlets in hair

Or beautiful bright blue eyes

He told you he loved you

And certainly he might, 

For your angelic face

Is a glorious sight,

But that was before he knew:

Your soul is the Night.

You felt the Hate,

And you felt despised;

Pain doesn't descriminate,

And neither do Lies,

Not even against

Your beautiful eyes

You asked Darkness why,

You trembled and cried,

Smudging your big bright

Beautiful eyes,

And, sad and shaken,

Anastasia, you died

Because of what's on

The Inside

Anastasia, Anastasia

Didn't Mother tell you?

That Pain doesn't care

About ringlets in hair

Or beautiful bright blue eyes