I'm falling through the air
But I'm not sure why
I was flying high
And now I'm just carelessly floating
But I'm sitting on cloud nine
And everything seems perfectly fine
I see flashes of a face
They're blurry but clear enough to see that it was a woman
And I fall a bit faster
This is strange, but not worrisome
So I blindly drift into the abyss
I can see her now
She is a vision of pure beauty and finesse
Oh what I would do to just simply meet her
And now I fall faster
I'm nervous, but dauntless
The vision is comforting me
I'm falling at top speed now
The ground is closing in on me
And I recognize that I'm in danger
That the woman's charm and grace
Had shrouded me from realizing my imminent doom
Oh, how blind love can be so misleading
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