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Vindictive wind pulls at my hair
As I stand on the edge, looking down. Leaning forward so slightly, My eyes take in the view, But I miss the beauty of it. A grand sight stretches out before me, And all around me, Silently declaring its majesty. But all I can see is the fall, And all I can feel is the pain. Still - I hang on.
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