Backwards and forwards I fly through the sky,
    The cool summer breeze on my face.
Upwards and downwards and upwards again;
     Out through the vastness of space.

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Up past the clouds that float lazily past;
     On past the sun and the moon.
Hold tight to that swing and take a deep breath.
     You’ll be back down on earth very soon.

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