its flying away,far away from home
a golden crushed kite
lost and alone
the trees below
they go they go
the rivers too
so slow so slow
the stories echo
from many years ago
the tower calls...
death stands tall...
flight meets a fall...
if you find it
atop any tower
let it free and fly it far
i lost my kite
don't you too
the towers have many
now the sky needs a few
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