| The Sunday after
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| There was laughter in the air
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| Everybody had a kite
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| They were flying everywhere
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| And all the trouble went away
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| And it wasn’t just a dream
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| All the trouble went away
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| And it wasn’t just a dream
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| In the middle of the night
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| We try and try with all our might
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| To light a little light down here
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| In the middle of the night
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| We dream of a million kites
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| Flying high above the sadness and the fear
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| Little sister, just remember
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| As you wander through the blue
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| The little kite that you sent flying
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| On a Sunday afternoon
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| Made of something light as nothing
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| Made of joy that matters too
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| How the little dreams we dream
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| Are all we can really do
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| In the middle of the night
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| The world turns with all its might
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| A little diamond coloured blue
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| In the middle of the night
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| We keep sending little kites
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| Until a little light gets through |