In the kite fair the colourful kites fly,
The spirited children enjoy these high,
Their minds soar with the kites,
They forget the reality of life.
Throughout the year they wait for this day,
Today is their special and memorable day,
And this time with the company of free and flying kites,
They triumphantly say,
'We will not go back to the earth's dingy clay.'
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