up in the air
see the kites fly
like coloured birds
in the wind dipped sky
I wish i were small
and light as air
I would climb on a kite
and sail up there
Then i'd drift upon
the paper wings
and here the song
that the wild wind sings
what fun it would be
to look right down
over the park
and the rooftop of town
the people below would stand and state
and wish they were me
high high in the air
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