| I stand behind you, not too close, not too far away.
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| I feel the wind. |
| It whispers things I dare not say.
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| We know the truth about how hard it is to make things fly:
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| The kite and I.
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| You’re carried forward, first a step, then a gentle run.
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| You don’t look back: at once the distance has begun.
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| I turn my head, and just like that you’re nearly out of view:
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| The kite and you.
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| They tell me there’s a storm a-comin'.
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| They tell me that I’m holding on tight to these strings.
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| But I know about kites and children,
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| And all that they need is air and wings.
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| There is a secret that one day everybody learns.
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| Each path you choose will shock you with its twists and turns.
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| You may forget just how it felt to be so young and free
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| With kites and me.
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| I won’t pretend that I don’t see the darkened skies,
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| But when it rains, I figure we just improvise.
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| You shine like sunlight.
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| There’s nothing in this world you cannot do.
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| You’ve got air;
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| You’ve got wings;
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| I’ve got you.
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| They tell me there’s a storm a-comin'.
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| They tell me that I’m holding on tight to these strings.
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| But I know about kites and children,
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| And all that they need is air and wings. |