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Every breath is a balloon     rising and floating away. We never hold onto them, as its nicer to watch                          them soar. And who want to hold on,   when we have our            feet on the ground. And can watch them dance in the air.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
In The Frigid Air
Every breath is a balloon     rising and floating away. We never hold onto them, as its nicer to watch                          them soar. And who want to hold on,   when we have our            feet on the ground. And can watch them dance in the air.
Watching your breath in the crisp air :)
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
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