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I thought the fall would kill me
Like it always had before
I thought the fall would kill me
Somehow, I still breathe
As the ground rushed up to meet me and my broken white wings.
I thought the fall would kill me, but I never touched the ground.
I thought the fall would kill me, but you scooped me up safe and sound.
Your blackened wings and snake touched eyes
Your red hair, mine silver white.
I thought the fall would kill me but I never really fell at all.
You were ready to catch me every time
"Every time, Aziraphale."