(...)
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals
To the ground (this could be the biggest sky)
So bloody red, tomorrow's clouds
A little piece of you
The little piece in me
Will die (this could be a miracle)
For this is not America
There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
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