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Fly Away

Drifting up, up, up

Never ending its rising journey,

Towards the sky

My balloon floats away.

Away from me

My warm home, my caring soul.

The balloon that kept my secrets,

The balloon that aided my sadness,

The balloon that guarded my happiness,

My balloon is soon gone.

So is my friend.

Heart is aching,

Smile is fading.

Friends change easily,

So like a butterfly,

I fly away.





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