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On A Balloon
On a balloon,
drifting away.
The friend that I had,
and each day I spent with her.
Afloat with her cats.
Facing the sky.
The glow in the distance is saying goodbye.
On a balloon,
in black liquid night,
that flickering star,
like a candle at play.
That dot is my friend
far far away.
The dot was my friend,
and each happy day.
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