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Once upon a Dream


Once upon a dream 

In some land far far away

There lived three sisters

Who loved to sing all day

They would sing love songs 

And sad songs

And songs of life

They would enchant all who would pass by

The eldest was light and fair

The youngest had beautiful hair

Each girl had some gift to share

But none of them knew with whom or where

They set out on an adventure

A few days later

They ran into trouble

They got caught up in a bubble

The northern wind blew them here and there

Until they landed in a spiders web

Here they would be forced to stay 

Unless they found a way

To escape

They sang her songs that were sweet 

And when they were sure she was asleep

They ran away without making a peep

Next, they crossed a stream

And went to the village of St. Irene

They found that the village needed help

Annalise had set out on a mission

But to them, she wouldn't listen

They warned the girl about the troubles she would face

Yet she vanished without a trace

So the three sisters went on their way

They followed her for a day

When she stopped

They stopped

Finally, they found her sitting on the ground

They were relieved that they could stop following her around

They asked her about her dream

She told them that something bad happened in St. Irene

They aided her on her quest

But first, they had to pass a test

Annalise and the three sisters searched high and low

They looked everywhere for some snow

Atop the highest mountain, they found it there

But now their only problem was to get it down

They made a basket about of the youngest sister's hair

And the other two sang songs of snow

So that the snow could stay intact

Together they formed a pack

And Annalise lead them on

She followed the direction of the sun

When they returned they exchanged it for some clouds 

And they returned home to cheering crowds

Together they had helped Annalise

And now it is time for a big feast!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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