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Falling away,
This place cannot fly,
It fails to breathe, at all.
Where I sit,
And all around is your face.
Seeing this green, it's texture,
Reminding flowers of your aura.
Stricken beams to the sky,
As blue as tears.
This all has changed.
This place cannot fly,
It fails to breathe, at all.
Where I sit,
And all around is your face.
Seeing this green, it's texture,
Reminding flowers of your aura.
Stricken beams to the sky,
As blue as tears.
This all has changed.
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