I saw a flock of birds swooping through the air,
a pair of balloons pirouetting in a pas de deux.
I cried.
Then stopped.
Comforted when I heard the wind combing through its lover's hair.
a pair of balloons pirouetting in a pas de deux.
I cried.
Then stopped.
Comforted when I heard the wind combing through its lover's hair.
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