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I've seen your face before |
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In shadows on the wall; |
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Splinters of broken light, |
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Echos that spear the night. |
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Is this the fall |
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Or is this the fall? |
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Is this the fall |
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Or is this the fall? |
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I've passed this way before |
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Walked through the open door; |
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Walked through the darkest night |
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Throughout the brightest light. |
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Is this the fall |
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Or is this the fall? |
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Is this the fall |
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Or is this the fall? |
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Is this the fall |
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Or is this the fall? |
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Is this the fall |
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Or is this the fall? |
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Is this the fall |
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Or is this the fall? |
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Is this the fall... |
