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Alex Clare - Whispering
Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering
As I pass myself down to my knees.
Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering
As I fall through the willow trees, and I said
Who will care for the falling?
Who will care for the falling... leaves?
Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering
As I fall through the willow trees, and I said
Who will care for the falling?
Who will care for the falling?
Autumn shades calm my shaking hands, ...
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