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    Anna stares out of the window
    It's her eighty-fifth spring
    She tries to concentrate on something
    Her face is strained and she's confused
    At the walls in this room
    And all the strangers standing around her chair
    They brought her photographs in frames
    They are using her name
    But she just smiles politely at their embrace
    And Anna
    Introduces herself again
    A man picks up her hand
    And says, "Anna, look, the spring has come"
    And your carousel is waiting

    It's 1925 in New Orleans
    You are in your favorite dress
    Your brother is at your dad's hand
    And you're on your way to the Harborfest
    There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
    And you'll get to wave at the passing ships
    And your daddy will buy you something
    At the end

    And Anna tries to form a thought
    But at the end she's forgotten where she started from
    There's something she would like to say
    But the words in her head seem to have got away
    Can Anna come out and play
    And over all that is inside her
    A curtain is closing in her deep brown eyes
    Well, it's like someone's built a wall
    And through the very last cracks
    Anna extends her hand and a little girl calls
    "Please don't let me fall"

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    It's 1925 in New Orleans
    You are in your favorite dress
    Your brother is at your dad's hand
    And you're on your way to the Harborfest
    There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
    And you'll get to wave at the passing ships
    And your daddy will buy you something
    At the end

    Well, there's so much you must have witnessed
    As the whole world changed, child
    At the onset of the Jazz Age
    And it was long before Elvis
    And rock and roll
    They told you, "There will be music
    You just wait"

    It's 1925 in New Orleans
    You are in your favorite dress
    Your brother is at your dad's hand
    And you're on your way to the Harborfest
    There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
    And you'll get to wave at the passing ships
    And your daddy will buy you something
    At the end

    What do you think of it all
    As you are so small
    Under your blanket here in this hospital
    I love you
    Tell your bones not to let go
    But your heart is beating slowly now
    The spring has come
    But one small leaf was falling, falling, falling

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    Composición: Antje Duvekot

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