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Moscow At Christmas
I Stand alone
In the middle
Of Red Square
People surround
Me Everywhere
I feel the cold
I feel the Snow
I see the
Christmas lights
Shining on the
Kremlin and Cathedral
I marvel at their glow
I close my eyes
And take it all in
As I stick out
My tongue
To catch the
Falling snow
The bustle of
People all
Around me
Somehow
Brings me
A sense
Of serenity
I feel drawn
To this
City somehow
But why here
And why now
I suddenly
Realize
The reason
Doesn't matter
What matters
Is that I'm here
I hear a voice
Inside me
Tell me
I am exactly
Where I am
Supposed to be
