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It carries the voices

Of souls cast aside

Spirits, now fallen

In a timely suicide

We watch as they spiral

Then die, one by one

Detached and free falling

Under October’s sun

Yet, they fear not their destiny

As they whirl and they soar

Swept away, once again

With the wind’s mighty roar



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