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The Tale of the Fallen Balloon

You're droopin' now like a sad balloon

cast down from Heaven

Your tail's dragging on the ground

- the one you escaped so long before -

and now you're down, down, down

 

You remember floatin' in the sky

watchin' little people as they all walked by

busy with themselves and their teeny-tiny lives

Now they're bigger than you and you don't know why

you can't fly, fly, fly

 

The wrinkles in your face are deep

As you sag closer to the ground

You're sure it's the end and say your prayers to

the Helium Gods and the party favor stores

when a li'l pigtailed girl picks you up and yells,

"Look what I found, found, found!"

 

And then you know it ain't how high ya float

that really matters in your life

Despite your droopin' and saggin' you don't

got no naggin' 'cause this kid's gonna love you

'til you die, die, die

 

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mary-torrez
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May 2, 2012
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