.Flying, made of sticks and paper>
(Aeroplane)
Dying, is the wind not climbing?
(My aeroplane)
Blowing, and going somewhere high
In the evening tumblin' down
But it's surely been up there
Crying, want to live my life as my aeroplane
Sighing, in the [sun time, but softly?]<.>
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