rolling down my face,
youthful in their years
as they trickle to their place,
they don't know why they're falling,
or where they're going to fall,
they just heard someone calling
and so began to fall.
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| I can hear my tears rolling down my face, youthful in their years as they trickle to their place, they don't know why they're falling, or where they're going to fall, they just heard someone calling and so began to fall. |
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