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Dancing bears, Painted wings, Things I almost remember, And a song someone sings Once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully Across my memory...

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ダンシングベア、塗装済みの翼、私がほとんど覚えているもの、そして誰かが12月に一度歌う歌。誰かが私を安全で温かくしてくれます。馬は銀の嵐を駆け抜けます。記憶を超えて優雅に踊る人物...

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Dancing bears, painted wings, something I almost remember, and a song someone sings once in December. Someone makes me safe and warm. Horses run through a silver storm. A person who dances gracefully beyond memory ...

INTO JAPANESE

熊の踊り、翼の塗装、ほとんど覚えているもの、誰かが12月に一度歌う歌。誰かが私を安全で温かくしてくれます。馬は銀の嵐の中を走ります。記憶を超えて優雅に踊る人は......

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Bear dances, painted wings, something you almost remember, a song someone sings once in December. Someone makes me safe and warm. The horse runs in a silver storm. Those who dance elegantly beyond memory ...

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12月に誰かが歌う歌、熊の踊り、翼の塗装、ほとんど覚えているもの。誰かが私を安全で温かくしてくれます。馬は銀の嵐の中を走ります。記憶を超えて優雅に踊る人たち...

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A song someone sings in December, a bear dance, wing painting, something you almost remember. Someone makes me safe and warm. The horse runs in a silver storm. People who dance gracefully beyond memory ...

INTO JAPANESE

12月に誰かが歌う歌、熊の踊り、翼の絵など、ほとんど覚えています。誰かが私を安全で温かくしてくれます。馬は銀の嵐の中を走ります。記憶を超えて優雅に踊る人々...

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I almost remember the song someone sang in December, the dance of the bear, the picture of the wings. Someone makes me safe and warm. The horse runs in a silver storm. People who dance gracefully beyond memory ...

INTO JAPANESE

12月に誰かが歌った歌、熊の踊り、翼の絵をほとんど覚えています。誰かが私を安全で温かくしてくれます。馬は銀の嵐の中を走ります。記憶を超えて優雅に踊る人々...

BACK INTO ENGLISH

I almost remember the song someone sang in December, the dance of the bear, and the picture of the wings. Someone makes me safe and warm. The horse runs in a silver storm. People who dance gracefully beyond memory ...

INTO JAPANESE

12月に誰かが歌った歌、熊の踊り、翼の絵をほとんど覚えています。誰かが私を安全で温かくしてくれます。馬は銀の嵐の中を走ります。記憶を超えて優雅に踊る人々...

BACK INTO ENGLISH

I almost remember the song someone sang in December, the dance of the bear, and the picture of the wings. Someone makes me safe and warm. The horse runs in a silver storm. People who dance gracefully beyond memory ...