Aeroplane

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.



Flying --- my aeroplane.


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