It rises with the wind,
It falls due to gravity,
It is nothing but the churning wave;
It rises against the wind,
It flies against gravity,
It is none other than the wavering kite;
The waves rise and fall,
The kites rise and fly,
The kites do fall
When the hands do not steer'em well.
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