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 softly --- My aeroplane.
Lonely, but only till it comes down Where there's people running round. But it's surely been up there.
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