.Flying made of sticks and paper:
aeroplane.
Dying is the wind but climbing,
my aeroplane.
Blowing, and going somewhere high
in the evening tumbling down,
but it's surely been up there.
Crying want to live my life as
my aeroplane
Sighing in the sun's eye, but softl.
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