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On a swing
Push, pump, go
Push, pump, go
All above the world,
all alone on a swing.
I soar so high,
above the crowd,
the noise, the land,
I fly just like a balloon.
I soar so high like a plane,
the shuttle, a rocket.
I soar just like a plane,
a big jet plane, above the rain,
to a land where things
aren't full of pain.
Push, pump, go,
Push, pump, go
and I'm so far away
a million miles away
from everyone
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feeling freedoms high
no pain
soft rain
falling down on our skin
ah yes to be young again
I still can be found in the park all alone soaring free on the swing- it sadens me more now though knowing that when my feet are back on the ground I have to grow up and move along without being able to have my recess guaranteed... some kids lived for it
Reindeer
- J -
Lovely swing in this one!!
Love Tinka