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Twenty-two storeys up,
Fifteen flights down
Oh such a painful way
to see someone drown.
Driving into oblivion
We almost had a chance
We almost died.
Errors are not permitted,
if the course of nature succeeds.
Stand in the way, and suffer.
Serene, still ice coldness.
Acknowledge my existence.
The Wheel of Fortune,
a myth, a legend.
The Wheel of Fortune.
© PReSeNCe Productions 25th August 1998
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