Please save me, for I am falling. From a high empire I once reigned. Now I am falling. Her love wrenched from my gentle caress. Her presence faded from my now hollow heart.
As I stand on this balcony so high, a strange but sweet voice calls my name. It is of such sweet familiarity. To this voice I am ever so drawn to it even as I approach the edge of this balcony so high. I hear the sweet siren call my name and with a deep breath, I take this plunge.
Will I live or will I die?
Where, O where is it that fallen angels land when the end of the fall is nigh?
As I fall, I call her name. Will she save me?
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