Fall little angel. You have lost your wings.
Down little angel. Who has cut your strings?
Fear the light of the sun.
What held me, now floats above.
Fall from grace, no longer loved.
We've so much in common, me and the leaves.
How can a dancer dance if you don't sing?
Trade in all that was sunshine for a shady view.
I never knew silence could be so deafening.
All that used to surround
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