the stars have folded themselves
they are nothing but a faint twinkle
in the darkness...
the buds have not bloomed
like they are waiting, waiting...
for the world to get brighter...
the schools swings creak
wishing, hoping,
for someone to come and play...
the old tree creaks
tired from the storm
and anxious for the suns return...
a ballon flies higher
up, up, up, above the clouds
and it sees the sun...
a bird twiddles a tune
and keeps on flying higher,
and higher...
they are nothing but a faint twinkle
in the darkness...
the buds have not bloomed
like they are waiting, waiting...
for the world to get brighter...
the schools swings creak
wishing, hoping,
for someone to come and play...
the old tree creaks
tired from the storm
and anxious for the suns return...
a ballon flies higher
up, up, up, above the clouds
and it sees the sun...
a bird twiddles a tune
and keeps on flying higher,
and higher...
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