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The Life of a Baloon
As a baloon, I may float or I may fly high;
With a helium filled heart and soul.
I begin to hear the rain storm on me.
Cool wet drops make hard thumping on my rubber skin.
Just like that the storm is over, and only a sweet smell remains.
Is that just a raindrop or a tear that rolls down my cheek.
Whatever it is I will not know for I am the air.
With a helium filled heart and soul.
I begin to hear the rain storm on me.
Cool wet drops make hard thumping on my rubber skin.
Just like that the storm is over, and only a sweet smell remains.
Is that just a raindrop or a tear that rolls down my cheek.
Whatever it is I will not know for I am the air.
Published 8th Aug 2012
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