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THE KITE.
Oh look at my kite,
In its airy flight;
How pretty it flies,
Right up to the skies,
With its white breast stirr'd,
Just like a bird!
In its airy flight;
How pretty it flies,
Right up to the skies,
With its white breast stirr'd,
Just like a bird!
Pretty kite, pretty kite,
In your airy flight,
What do you spy,
In the bright blue sky?
In your airy flight,
What do you spy,
In the bright blue sky?
I wish I was you,
To be there too,
Oh, then, how soon
I would peep at the moon,
To be there too,
Oh, then, how soon
I would peep at the moon,
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And see the man there,
Who gives me a stare,
When I look up at night,
At his beautiful light!
Who gives me a stare,
When I look up at night,
At his beautiful light!
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