Spiralling

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Oh this calming breeze
And as I fall to the ground
I hear the colours
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
This icy darkness
Leaving no trace of beauty
But another kind
Falling
Falling
Falling
The sun and moon switch
Dark gets light; and therefore this
White beauty has changed
Shimmer
Shimmer
Shimmer
The sky glitters gold

Darkness has left, replaced;
Metal blades move quick
They leave ever so slightly
Without a trace to be found
And I am at the start of the track line
Surrounded by what I love most

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