SWINGING HIGH

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FALLEN LEAVES

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,



Finally we're together.

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Amazing!

Amazing!