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Alanna - The Steppes

Silver bells silver shells

And summer flowers fill her room

And her eyes behold the skies

Of worlds she's told cannot exist

And she's been warned about the storms

Of the wolf and all the pain

Her strange ways may bring

But she always says

I take a bit of the past

A bit of the future

A bit of the past

A bit of the future

She lives in an alternate now

Alanna

Alanna

Midnight tolls midnight strolls

Alanna is nowhere to be found

Alive or dead in her sweet head

There's no difference 'tween the two

And she's been warned about the storms

Of the wolf and all the pain

Her strange ways may bring

But she always says

I take a bit of the past

A bit of the future

A bit of the past

A bit of the future

She lives in an alternate now

Alanna

Alanna

Alanna

Alanna

Alanna

Alanna