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Picture a waterfall,
Then picture us on top of it,
Not standing,
Flying.
Now picture me taking your hand,
Picture me smiling at you,
And then we fall,
Screaming.
I know you're afraid,
But you know I'll be waiting
at the end.
So let it drop.
Your heart. If it falls,
I'll catch it.
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