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There stand the glass oh so high, when i drink form it i can touch the sky.
then i fall all the way down, falling, falling, into the ground.
from the glass i drink some more, wish i could push all my sorrow thru the door.
i watch as you go and leave me alone, my love for you will still be shone.
now i look back and think about tht day, and know i blew itm so you wnet away.