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Fall
Falling slowly strangely reluctant to open my eyes and spinning surely swift in my regional rush helplessly headstrong.
Whistles in my ears it sings a sorry song sweet and high as I was before the fall.
Falling slowly strangely reluctant to open my eyes and spinning surely swift in my regional rush helplessly headstrong.
Whistles in my ears it sings a sorry song sweet and high as I was before the fall.
