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Fall Minoja Fall The sky is down The sun is dull. The streets of gold, My home is cold. How far do I fall? Without I'm so alone, Black birds-my soul, White birds-your hands. My world is sad. Again somewhere out. Love The feeling is snake Every sunrise in ache. So desperate to meet, The air's no sweet. Fall without love.

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