Swinging High
H Heather Burns
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Higher, higher into the
clouds
swinging into tomorrow
our swing flips, and
throws us out
down the hill of sorrow
tumbling until we reach
the end
lots of green and meadows
rolling into each others
arms
finially we're together.
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