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Frozen one morning
Like cold rain just falling
and cutting the ground oh so familiar

Echoing over
and over again
Runs the sound of dismay

And this is how we fall
With a quietness
cutting so sharp so gentle
so slow, oh so graceful
Like blissful sleeping hours that lead
so quite to sharp light of day