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He gives me wings, on windy days, so I can soar up high He makes life fun and interesting. I see more of the sky; And airplanes, stars and moons, is what my baby helps me see. Instead of fear and hate, There is love and certainty. In kisses, looks and paperback books, My baby entertains, The thoughts and intentions in my soul. Fleeting or permanent, Like grass stains.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
My Baby Gives Me Wings
He gives me wings, on windy days, so I can soar up high He makes life fun and interesting. I see more of the sky; And airplanes, stars and moons, is what my baby helps me see. Instead of fear and hate, There is love and certainty. In kisses, looks and paperback books, My baby entertains, The thoughts and intentions in my soul. Fleeting or permanent, Like grass stains.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
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