The wind was blowing under my arms
As I swung freely under the arms
Of a green tree with purple tips.
I spun while I listen to the birds
Melody. Oh soul, I had fun.
From school, they walk staring
At me as I swung, enjoying
The wind blowing under my arms
As I swung freely under the arms
Of a green tree with purple tips.
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