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Pick it up and run with it

Then let it go

Catching a gust of wind

Whoosh and up it goe's

Soaring like an eagle

High up in the sky

Thoughts and ideas

I call them my kite

Have to let it go now

I have to let it fly

Letting the sun silouette it

In the sky so high

Sometimes the wind runs out

The kite begins to drop

But when the kite is flying 

I never want it to stop