Will we ever learn
That when we fall
We'll never soar
Sometimes it burns
From something so tall
When this tale is now sour
And there's nothing at all?
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Forest Hills| Poems and Stuff.
Poetryunder the forest hills lies my heart for all where my head has gills and my heart falls.
Fall
Will we ever learn
That when we fall
We'll never soar
Sometimes it burns
From something so tall
When this tale is now sour
And there's nothing at all?
