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Fallen Love
Leaves fall
scattered on this ground
where I used to play.
All around me
the wind begins to blow
pushing me to move foward,
Almost against my will.
Where do I go
when the sky grows dark
and my heart grows restless....
scattered on this ground
where I used to play.
All around me
the wind begins to blow
pushing me to move foward,
Almost against my will.
Where do I go
when the sky grows dark
and my heart grows restless....
