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The falling air is going through me
It’s like a gush of wind beneath me
And the sun comes up over the wheat fields
The day passes by, it’s evening
Text is lethal
The sun falls into ink
There is an airplane in my room
The falling air is going through me
It’s like a gush of wind beneath me
And the sun comes up over the wheat fields
The day passes by, it’s evening
Text is lethal
The sun falls into ink
There is an airplane in my room