My Kite
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Peter S. Quinn
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My kite my kite
Now fly high
On to far sight
Of a blue sky
Onto the clouds above
So far far away
In its vapor dove
That drifts with day
My kite, go far
Onto yawning blue
Like a little star
That will be you
Afar afar in distance
Like a little airplane
In silences trance
Until we meet again
My kite goes beyond
To a fantasy hour
Only a rope will bound
Me to your tower
Fly fly to my dream
That’s wondering deep
Be like a magic beam
In my own night sleep
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