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I gonna silent fall
until the return of fall
I will sometimes wake myself
but mostly my heart'll be on a shelf.
and i can't find a single peace of my brovado.
but when in fall i finally do, ya might as well call me tornado.
and then i'll be as alive as blood is red
and yet until fall i'm as worthless as dead.
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