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Childhood Balloon
Whatever happens to our love,
memories of your body will haunt me.
Tender and gentle you'll arch across my life
like the flight of my childhood balloon,
lost in a forest far away.
Please stay planted with me.
memories of your body will haunt me.
Tender and gentle you'll arch across my life
like the flight of my childhood balloon,
lost in a forest far away.
Please stay planted with me.
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