I am Kristoff, Kristoff Ivanovich Braginsky. I dance for the Bolshoi Ballet. You will hear thunder, and remember me And think: she wanted storms.
The rim Of the sky will be The color of hard crimson, And your heart as it was then will be on fire.
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