then in a blur she twirled, like a ballerina, out of his life
and he was left wondering how to repeat such graceful steps
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i don’t know about my dreams
i don’t know about my dreamin anymore
all that I know is
i’m fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin
might as well fall in
James Blake – Wilhelm Scream
The goldenrod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards with fruit are bending down.
~Helen Hunt Jackson