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The Sunday after, there was laughter in the air |
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Everybody had a kite |
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they were flying everywhere |
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And all the trouble went away |
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and it wasn't just a dream |
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All the trouble went away |
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and it wasn't just a dream |
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In the middle of the night |
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We try and try with all our mights |
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To light a little light down here |
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In the middle of the night |
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We dream of a million kites |
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Flying high above |
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the sadness and the fear |
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Little sister, just remember |
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as you wander through the blue |
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The little kite that you sent flying |
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one Sunday afternoon |
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Made of something light as nothing |
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Made of joy that matters too |
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How the little dreams we dream |
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are all we can really do |
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In the middle of the night |
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The world turns with all its might |
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A little diamond colored blue |
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In the middle of the night |
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We keep sending little kites |
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Until a little light gets through |
