The Little Red Balloon

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The little red balloon,
Up in the sky,
The girl let go,
I don't know why.

The little red balloon,
Now so very high,
It acts like it,
Knows how to fly.

The little red balloon,
No skill did apply,
The little girl brave,
She does not cry.

The little red balloon,
Does not appear shy,
As clouds it does,
Just passes them by.

The little red balloon,
You can not deny
Did simply just vanish,
The girl does sigh.

H Mann awww that's so nice and descriptive, I could visualise the red balloon

 
 
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