Falling
Falling, falling, descending from the sky
Against a background of grey, we drift slowly by
We are all different, yet we are the same
Our designs are different, yet we have the same name
Some of us stay and some of us die
Someone just landed on a street near by
I just landed in someone’s eye
And become a tear that they cry
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