Thrice I have fallen,
down deep the freezing sea
And the multitude has watched me
With phone cameras to take snaps
As die peacefully
The memories of tomorrow.
Thrice I have fallen,
Neighbors have ululated
With sounds that can awoken the dead.
To them happiness they find
When I fall down deep the sea
Like a lonely angel I have remained,
Whispering to the wind above.
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