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Falling
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I've fallen, like an angel from the sky;
with wings clipped and faith dry.
Running out of hope and vigor,
I wish my fate be not so bitter.
In this free-fall I am lost
Mind corroded, impure thought.
Temper tortured with losing luck.
I put Four of a Kind to Royal Flush.
with wings clipped and faith dry.
Running out of hope and vigor,
I wish my fate be not so bitter.
In this free-fall I am lost
Mind corroded, impure thought.
Temper tortured with losing luck.
I put Four of a Kind to Royal Flush.
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It's the feeling that many of us, for whatever reason get. The feeling of hopelessly falling. I just hate that feeling, don't you?
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Such an evocative piece. Hate the feeling, too 