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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...
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The Fall
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| a flock of seagulls |
