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Comments about Kate Kovaly
When I see a balloon flying high in the sky
I think of freedom
And the red ball of air that kisses the clouds
And shouts from above 'hello, how do you do? '
I think of my closest friends
When that balloon flys high in the sky
I think of what is to come, of what will soon be new
And as that balloon flew, I start to turn green.
Why cant that be me?
To kiss the clouds and to be able to see,
see the bright sun shining down
warming my face with its rays of light
to see the people down below who are green as I had once been
This is what I wish with ...