Like kites in the sky
mind craves to fly;
Into the open blue
but wings never grew.
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When i light this cigarette
Girl, you come to my heart.
The day we first met
Of me, you became part.
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Behold them, like pearl beads they
stick to flowers and buds that sway;
Ready to be melted away
when the sun makes it a day.
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Guided by the sun
loved by the wind,
here I wander free
but without a glee.
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