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A Conventional Lyric about a Toy Balloon
Metallic blue, a star among the weeds
Along the road, pulling against its string
With the little helium left in it
But weak, unable to launch itself again
Some say the downed balloon has had its moment
That its brief joy in a birthday escape
Should be enough for any bright balloon
And now, like wise balloons, must settle down
Oh, no; just give the string a tug!
More room!
More air!
There must be another party somewhere!
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