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Falling Star

Falling has a unique taste
Two parts freedom, one part laced
Laced in ropes and laced in chains
Thought has gone where fear remains
 
I am a falling star
When life grows far
I hurdle towards the ground
At the piercing speed of sound
 
Like a shooting star
Earth isn’t quite as far
As in my lonesome dreams
It’s much larger than it seems
 
My cottony mouth run dry
Stealing the sound of my cry
Before my blood runs cold
I need a hand to hold
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