You're a puff of air,
why don't you fly me by?
Why do you linger in a lock of my hair?
I'm sure you'd find more pleasure in puffing
your puffs in the kite over there?
You can't fly me like you fly them toys,
or make me as happy as you make them boys,
so go chasing the clouds where ever you see,
and be happy and live,
cause I've rid you
of me.
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