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I flew a kite, i held on tight to its string. |
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Each time i go anywhere, i held on tight. |
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In the middle of the night i woke up in fright, |
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Thinking maybe in my dream i let go of my kite. |
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When i was in a restaurant, talking to my friends, |
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Watching their mouths move faster and faster. |
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I thought of the kite that was flying in the sky |
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And made sure that my hand was holding the string. |
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That was a long time ago, |
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Many skies went by since then. |
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Now my hands stopped holding anything |
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And i've learnt to take a walk instead. |
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Then one day in the evening light, |
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I saw something strange shining bright. |
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The sky was dark, with swarms of larks, |
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And in the midst of it all, yes, it was my kite. |
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How did the kite get there, i'll never know, |
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Floating away among the clouds to where nobody knows. |
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I held my gun with both my hands, |
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Slowly aiming at the shining dot. |
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The shot went off, the dot blew off, |
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Since then i've never seen the kite again. |
